An Ode To Cleveland Sport

Rahil DevganCorrespondent IJuly 31, 2010


The author in no way means or intends to offend any sports fan from the beautiful state of Ohio. He went to school there and retains some of his fondest memories from his experiences.



Way up north on the banks of a river,

where the cold winds blow and the skyline's a mess.

Where all the teams lose and the weather makes you shiver,

lies a dreary dull city starved of success.


Lake Erie screams out, its shore cries in vain,

for a win that will rid her of this "curse"!

But her lament doesn't help, it increases the pain,

and the sport just continues to get worse. 


Do you remember the '54 World Series any more?

The Indians were heavy favorites to win it then.

Willie Mays made 'The Catch', the Giants won in four.

Cleveland would never win again.


The Raiders in '81! January 4th was the date,

the Browns trailed, a minute left in the game.

We're Cleveland! We're great! Let's call Red Right 88!

Interception! And a city felt the shame.


Six years later, a quarterback named Elway

led a series of fifteen plays called "The Drive".

The game went to OT and the Broncos got away.

Cleveland waits for a Super Bowl to arrive.


Over a year henceforth, with a chance to right the wrong,

the Browns have a chance to tie the game.

Lo behold! There's "The Fumble", the tackle's too strong!

Cleveland lives up to its name.


The year's now '89 and His Airness wants some fun,

onto Game Five with the Bulls and the Cavaliers.

Three seconds left, Chicago down by one!

Jordan scores leaving Ehlo in tears.


The worst of them all, and it's none of the sports plays.

It's Modell relocating the Browns franchise.

He's a villain, he's a criminal no matter what he says,

The city needs a winner to rise.


Back to baseball, '97 World Series for the taking,

against the Marlins, seventh game, eleventh inning.

Renteria takes "The Single", hears a thousand hearts breaking.

Cleveland's forgotten the concept of winning.


But wait there's LeBron, one of Ohio's own children,

as he pours blood and sweat for seven years.

All gone in a flash, when he makes "The Decision",

and leaves the city without a face, in arrears.


Thus continues the narrative of the city by the lake,

as it struggles with losses and eternal heartbreak.

May God bless its sportsmen and increase their wins.

And God bless their fans who condemn Lebron's sins.