There won’t be any jersey burning in Cleveland this time around. LeBron did what he promised to do, he came home and brought a championship home to Cleveland.
LeBron and I were both born in Northeast Ohio in late 1984. I’m thrilled that I was able to use my miles to fly out to San Francisco with my brother JJ and watch the Cavs win Cleveland’s only major sports championship in my lifetime.
We had the time of our lives and I have nothing but gratitude for what he was able to accomplish with so little to work with. I’m sad that he’s moved on, but I can surely understand why he feels the need to do so.
But nothing can take away the good times we had in June 2016:
I went to the parade in downtown Cleveland with my grandfather and my son. What an amazing sight to see!
So long LeBron and best of luck. You’ll need it now that you’re playing in the West.
It’s great to see that this decision was posted with class on Instagram rather than how it was handled last time.
Now, when can we start talking about tanking to land your son Bronny? And will you come back to #TheLand to finish your career playing with him?