I slept on it (unlike some people, Dan Gilbert).

I dreamed about it (not the first time).

I'm over it (I think).

I was born with the blessing and the curse of being a Cleveland sports fan.  A blessing because I learned how to be passionate about sports, and don't let anyone tell you they aren't important.  And a curse because, well, you probably already know.

LeBron James said goodbye to the Cleveland Cavaliers last night, and hello to Miami.  Remember when Art Briles name kept popping up for the Texas Tech job, and how Baylor fans reacted?  Multiply that by 1000.

Do I blame him?  No.  If someone asked me to work with two of my best friends in South Beach (money obviously isn't an issue), I'd have a hard time saying no.

LeBron had to face the facts, though.  By joining two elite athletes (Wade and Bosh), he's given up any right to be dubbed the greatest, the next MJ, or even "King".  I have no problem with that, but does Prince James?  On the surface, not really.  But only he really knows if he is taking the easy road.  And for a guy that commands his own hour-long special to make a 2-second announcement, I'm led to believe this was a hard pill to swallow, and will be for a long time.

Cleveland will survive.  It always has (see: Art Modell, Browns, etc.).  Imagine a scenario where LeBron wasn't drafted by the Cavs.  Would his hometown have any problem rooting for their hometown kid as a Wizard?  Or Clipper?  I know I'd have some interest.

But that's neither here nor there.

Good luck, LeBron.  I hope you win as many rings as you want.  But don't take any credit when the Cavaliers get one (which will be before the Heat, according to Dan Gilbert).