I'm well aware of where we live.
I know exactly where we're from.
We're from a town where the baseball team is able to compete for a championship maybe once a decade if they don't screw things up. Where our club is playing high stakes poker with one or two Franklins in their wallet while the big timers from the big markets have more than enough cash to sit at a game where there is no max buy-in.
We live in a town where our football team is the medical equivalent of a botched routine operation that leads to infection and death.
A team that can't properly utilize its resources and high draft picks and who can't find the right people to make them. Maybe that's coincidence, but I don't think so. Yes, there is a part of me that wants to read tomorrow how Browns owner Randy Lerner choked on a little bit of his oyster stuffing on Thanksgiving. How he had to be bent over a chair and hit from behind to dislodge the foul chunk from his wind pipe and while all that was going on the guy who hit him from behind also stole $2,000 out of his pocket.
Then he would truly know how season ticket holders have felt for the last decade: bent over, hit from behind and out a bunch of cash.
We live in a town where the greatest basketball player on the planet plies his trade and creates nightly masterpieces on the canvas of an NBA court. And while we appreciate the greatness we are occupied more with where LeBron James will play next year than the nightly gifts he gives us.
Yes, this is Cleveland. It's where the 45 year streak of championship-free professional sports is outweighed only by the pessimism that it's likely to continue. But there are things for which I'm thankful. And that's what it's all about today. Keep in mind that I typically dip the brush on the sarcastic side of the color palette. But occasionally I might mix in something that's actually near to my heart.
Some quick things for which I'm thankful (in no particular order other than when they happen to cross my mind and allow me to fill a column):
You can doubt me, but this is my Stone Cold Lead Pipe Lock of the Week.
And now I need to find another diminutive grinder to pimp.
They also treat those in the media and in the general population with that same courtesy and respect. They are impressive professionally, publicly and personally and all three of those guys embody what Cleveland should stand for.
Add to those guys the unbelievably entertaining rantings and ramblings of mad men like Chris Hutchison and Mansfield Lucas and the blended knowledge/snarkiness of Mitch Cyrus and tell me again why you'd need to read anything else? I know most of our readers get their information from multiple sources and sites, but you could do way worse than this particular site if you had to choose just one.