Monday, September 28, 2009

Ron Harper on Not Winning a Championship for Cleveland

Posted By on Mon, Sep 28, 2009 at 11:17 AM

Another day, another column about LeBron's decision to stay or go in July of 2010. One difference here: The writer relays an anecdote about talking with Ron Harper about his rings and whether not winning one in Cleveland made him feel good, bad, indifferent.

Some years ago, I spent some time with former NBA player Ron Harper. I once asked him if he ever regretted being traded away from Cleveland.

He was famously traded to the Los Angeles Clippers for Danny Ferry, who now works as general manager of the Cavs. Ferry never really developed into a top talent in the league. Harper went on to win five NBA championship titles in his career, including three with Michael Jordan.

For all of his NBA success, Harper’s response to my question was unforgettable. I remember the pained look on his face as he wholeheartedly expressed his regret that he did not bring a title to Cleveland. While not a native son, Harper can claim regional ties as he was born in nearby Dayton, Ohio and went to college in Oxford, Ohio.

It seemed as though he would have considered trading in his five titles to have brought a championship to Cleveland. He really wanted to win one for Cleveland.

(Hat tip to True Hoop.)

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Tribe: Firing Everyone, Firing the Fans

Posted By on Mon, Sep 28, 2009 at 10:07 AM

I hope you've been keeping up with Let's Go Tribe's ongoing series entitled: Fire Everyone! They've taken Dolan, Willis, Shelton, the Mission, Anything and Everything, and the Farm System to task. As Jay says, it's time to hold someone accountable for the putrid mess that runs out onto the field in Indians' uniforms.

Next up to be clipped: The Fans. And the post is written by yours truly.

Head over to Let's Go Tribe and read my reasoning for canning Indians fans, and yes, that includes me.

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Things To Read That Might Not Suck: Someone's Got a Crush on Dan Gilbert Edition

Posted By on Thu, Sep 24, 2009 at 11:23 AM

He does have a dreemy smile.
  • He does have a dreemy smile.

Subtitle: Dear lord my blackjack habit can't handle a casino next to the parking lot I use for work.

Cleveland mayor Frank Jackson is lining up next to Dan Gilbert on the whole Ohio casino thing:

The casino, which Gilbert plans to build along the Cuyahoga River near Tower City Center, would generate new revenue for the city and help spur development unrelated to gambling, Jackson added. The mayor also praised Gilbert's role in the proposed venture.

"Dan Gilbert has already invested heavily in Cleveland, and everything he touches - from the Cavs to The Q to his other interests - has been handled in a first-class manner," Jackson said.

— The Tribe is gonna cut a $33,500 check to Winter Haven for some reason. Maybe they can paint over that Chief Wahoo on the water tower now.

Let's Go Tribe's "Fire Everyone" series continues with "Fire Everything." Money grafs below:

Precisely how sad does the career of Travis Hafner have to become before we stop mocking him with this now totally inappropriately named mezzanine section? Ever heard of "Huffland"? "AlexeiRamirezCove"? "OverbayBay"? No, because they don't exist. A 15 HR hitter doesn't get a deck named after him.


It's got to go. Business-casual represents a compromise of the most basic values of polite society. Either you believe that clothes matter or you believe that clothes don't matter. Go with whichever philosophy you'd like but don't try to snow me into thinking that you're dressed appropriate for a backyard barbecue and a wedding reception with the same outfit. Be a professional or be an outlaw. Don't be a guy who doesn't want to stick out at the meeting but also wants pants that feature something called a "comfort fit waistband." Stand for something. Make a choice.

Bravo, good sirs.

— Feel the need to watch that old McDonald's commercial with Braylon Edwards, Charlie Frye and Bone Lady? Here you go.

The Kardiac Kid breaks out all the SI covers that feature Cleveland athletes in less than favorable positions after last week's Adrian Peterson image with D'Qwell Jackson laying prone and helpless.

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Drake, Kanye, Eminem, Lil Wayne and LeBron "Forever" Video

Posted By on Thu, Sep 24, 2009 at 9:03 AM

If or when the above video gets pulled, you can head over to this direct link to watch the video, which features plenty of nostalgic shots of LeBron and his teammates at St. V from their high school days.

Below is an interview LeBron did with MTV where he said Eminem's verse was his favorite.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Never Thought I'd See The Day Shannon Brown Had His Own Shirt

Posted By on Wed, Sep 23, 2009 at 3:49 PM


But from LA Purple and Gold, here's the "Throw it down like Shannon Brown" tee. (Found via Ball Don't Lie.)

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Moments in Curious Basketball Analogies

Posted By on Wed, Sep 23, 2009 at 2:16 PM

From an editorial in the Arenac Independent from Michigan:

On the basketball court, President Obama, for a man in his mid-40’s, moves pretty well.

Kind of like a seasoned point guard, Jason Kidd, for example.

But when it comes to executing his executive order on closing Guantanamo Bay, this guy is more like Zydrunas Ilgauskas, the Cleveland Cavaliers center who suffers from chronic swollen ankles and sensitive knees.

That’s how it feels ever since we first got word that the Standish Maximum Correctional Facility was being looked at as a possible federal detention center to hold suspected terrorists currently housed in Guantanamo Bay.

Really? You go with Z as your go-to big, slow NBA center guy when writing an editorial that will be read by a bunch of people who may or may not care or know about basketball?

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Momentous — A Fan's Essay on the 1964 Browns Championship

Posted By on Wed, Sep 23, 2009 at 8:49 AM

To help Dobama Theatre celebrate its 50th anniversary and its first season in a new home, we asked readers to send in essays about 10 minutes in Cleveland that changed their lives. We received a wide range of entries, including some that adhered closely to the guidelines and some that took liberties but still made for good reads.

One of the winning entries is published here. All three will be read by actors following an upcoming performance of Ten More Minutes From Cleveland by local playwright Eric Coble (who helped choose the winners).

By “Simply Tim”

Ten minutes from Cleveland that changed my life? Yeah, I got ’em. Not 10 consecutive minutes — that would be too easy. And we don’t do things easy in Cleveland. But if you add up all the individual moments, like the shiny pennies that they are, they equal 10 minutes, 10 of the most glorious minutes of my life. Even if, uh, Dad did almost die. Let’s have a look, shall we?

Crowd noise fades in, growing louder and louder in volume. Yelling, cheering. Lights come up on TWO FIGURES seated in old stadium seats — TIM and HIS FATHER.

It all started that wondrous day when my father took me to my very first football game — the 1964 NFL Championship. Cleveland Municipal Stadium, December 27, the underdog Browns vs. the dreaded 12-2, Johnny-Unitas-led Baltimore Colts! And although I didn’t know it at the time, that was the greatest Browns’ game I would ever see.

Over the crowd noise, we hear an ANNOUNCER: And there’s the gun! That’s the end of the first half between the Cleveland Browns and the Baltimore Colts as the teams head back to their locker rooms …

Tim’s father excitedly jumps out of his seat and points.

FATHER: Look at that scoreboard, son — what’s that say?

TIM: Zero-zero?

FATHER: Zero-zero! You know what they call that?

TIM: What?

FATHER: A tie! They call that a “zero-zero” tie. And you know what that means?

TIM: What, Dad?

FATHER: Means we’re not gonna get our asses beat as bad as I thought! I figured the Colts were gonna wipe the field with us, 60-0. Ha! Only gonna be 30-0 now. Man, I’ll take that any day. The Browns are looking good. Whatta say, let’s give ’em a cheer.

FATHER and TIM: Go-o-o-o-o-o, Browns!

Lights go down. The voice of the Announcer is heard.

ANNOUNCER: Now the teams line up. They await the snap.

The lights come back as Tim and his Father stare intently at the field.

ANNOUNCER: Ball’s down. Groza hits it. End over end, got the distance, and it … is … good! Groza’s field goal is good and the Browns take a 3-0 lead!

Crowd noise goes off the chart. Tim’s Father jumps out of his seat, ecstatic.

FATHER: Lou the Toe, yeah! You know what this means?

TIM: What, Dad?

FATHER: Means no shutout! “Colts Win Championship, But Can’t Shut Out Browns.” Yeah! Colts 30, Browns 3. I’ll take that. Whatta you say, Tim?

FATHER and TIM: Go-o-o-o-o-o, Browns!

ANNOUNCER: Ryan back to throw. Deep to Collins. He’s got it! Collins has it, runs it in and — touchdown, Browns!

Crowd noise is thunderous now as Tim’s Father stares in quiet disbelief.

FATHER: I-I’m not getting this.

TIM: What, Dad?

FATHER: 10-0, Browns. I wonder what the Colts are waiting for?

TIM: Waiting?

FATHER: Shula must have something up his sleeve. That’s it! He’s gonna lull us into overconfidence, then unleash the fury of his offensive juggernaut against the Browns’ rubber-band defense. Still — Colts 30, Browns 10, I’ll take that!

ANNOUNCER: And there it is, the two minute-warning! Two minutes left in the 1964 Championship Game, and the Browns lead the Colts, 27-0!

FATHER: Wow, Tim, I can’t wait to see this!

TIM: The Browns’ joyful, boisterous celebration?

FATHER: You crazy? No, somehow, some way, the Colts are gonna score four touchdowns in the next two minutes — that’s a touchdown every 30 seconds, you know — and they’re gonna pull this thing out. That Shula’s a genius! I don’t know how he does it. Colts 28, Browns 27 — I’ll take that. Almost like a win. Helluva lot closer than I thought.

TIM: Uh, Dad?


TIM: I’m five years old, and I realize you’ve forgotten more football games than I’ve ever seen. But Dad — 27-0 with two minutes left? Not even the Browns can blow this one.

FATHER: Oh, my god, Tim — you’re right! You’re right! We’re gonna win! We’re gonna be champions! The Browns are gonna win! We got us a championship, right here in Cleveland! City of Champions, that’s us! Look at this team! The best running back, a great offensive line — you can’t win championships without a running game — and that wonderful rubber-band defense — they bend, but they don’t break! My god, Tim, we’re looking at five, 10, 15 championships in a row! Nobody can stop us now! Nobody! No— arrrrrgh!

Tim’s Father suddenly grabs at his chest, then falls to the ground. Tim stares down at him, repeating, “Dad? Dad?” Lights down. Lights up on Elder Tim.

Yes, it was sad about my father almost dying. But you know what’s even sadder? The Browns haven’t won another championship since that day. The Browns’ juggernaut that Dad envisioned never quite materialized. And he was eventually driven insane by the near-misses, the blunders, the sheer incompetence of the team through all these years. Just as we all have. Whatever. Anyway, that’s my Ten Minutes From Cleveland, and I’m sticking to it.

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