
CLEVELAND -- That would be for Michael Jordan. And for Earnest Byner. And for John Elway. And for Jose Mesa. And for all the years of pain and woe and throbbing heartbreak. A second earlier, all 20,000 fans had been standing in numb horror, feeling the familiar sickness in the stomach as another double-digit lead had drained into something more hideous than Craig Sager's wardrobe.
Why did Sports Illustrated put LeBron James on the cover and jinx the Cavaliers? Why did Charles Barkley describe Cleveland as "the mistake on the lake" and "a dreary ass city" recently? Why were the sporting gods so cruel? Why is the world so mean? Why would the The Shot and The Fumble and The Drive be followed by The Hedo Shuffle, courtesy of Hedo Turkoglu, who just the night before had been out fairly late in a downtown bar?




