There is a burly, angry man with a Chief Wahoo tattoo on the inside of his left forearm, and he knows I work for ESPN. That makes me the devil. We are standing inside the Cleveland Cavaliers locker room not long after their first game without LeBron James. The guy’s name is Scott Raab, and besides being a native Clevelander, he’s also one of America’s best writers. His current project? A book that is part recount of James’ breakup with the town and part meditation on the misery that comes with loving this place and its teams. Except he doesn’t call him James. He calls him The Whore of Akron. You obviously see what’s coming next.
And thus begins Wright Thompson’s epic tale (tribute?) to Cleveland.
Take 20 minutes and read it. You won’t do anything better today.