Seventeen years ago today should serve as a permanent reminder that Cleveland, Ohio is the armpit of America. The black-eye of an entire state. And they’re not the best fans in sports, they’re the worst.
The insufferable, ultimate-homer fans who dwell there with a sense of entitlement like they deserve things because they’re the only team that’s ever been bad for a prolonged length of time. That’s it Cleveland, you guys deserve to win the Super Bowl because you threw a ton of cheap Stroh’s at some umpires and Texas players back in the day.
Cleveland isn’t Philadelphia, and furthermore it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. Winning a title means so much to Cleveland that they in turn curse themselves. Let something else in your lives matter for a little while and maybe one of your turd teams will luck out and get to play for one again.
I used to feel sorry for Cleveland. As an Ohioan I used to really hope for Cleveland’s drought without a championship to end. I cried the night Renteria si...