Had the chance to go to the game. Man, the stadium was rocking. I lost my voice and it took a couple days for it to come back. Chubb busting the guitar set the tone. What a hell of a time.
My voice was
shot for three days. The whole city was electric. Didn't plan on going. Got a call with last minute tickets and skipped out on a family party. I went from thinking I would be watching on delay to sitting two rows from the field behind the edge of the Browns bench on the 25. Watched grown men with tears in their eyes as the final minutes ticked away. Haven't had that feeling since the Cavs clinched their first trip to the finals and I sat down close to the court... with the same brand of peeps that have invested so much of their lives rooting for something they felt they may never see.
What a night. Having pride for a team that claws and fights for everything beats the [censored] out of this ridiculous cycle of trying to live up to expectations, and the incessant bitching and moaning along the way. Having a blast "kicking this can" down the road.
