Last night, when I heard the Dallas Mavericks had defeated the Miami Heat, four games to two, I cheered. I don’t know very much about basketball, and I didn’t follow the N.B.A. Finals. But I’m from Cleveland, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I will root for any team the Pittsburgh Steelers are playing, and I’ll celebrate any defeat of LeBron James.
I’ve heard it before: Cleveland took his departure too personally, the fans are sad sacks, the city wasn’t good enough to keep him. I’ll agree with the first accusation—and only with the caveat that it’s informed by the others, which I don’t buy. Read more at newyorker.com…