It shouldn't surprise anyone that Clevelanders love to complain.
We certainly have just cause: with rampant unemployment and poverty, miserable weather, and heartbreaking sports teams, Forbes recently named us the most miserable city in America.
But as I listened to the increasingly drunk fans sitting behind me at Progressive Field the other night (they were pretty loud, it was kind of hard not to), I realized that some of their beefs really didn't hold water.
Some of their complaints were about things that were preventable, others were hypocritical, and the rest were simply stupid.
Here's a list of subjects to avoid whining about the next time you're at The Prog.