Karma Is a B*tch; Not a Shred of Sympathy For The Cleveland Cavaliers

The Miami Heat are 21-3 in their last 24 games.

The Cleveland Cavaliers are 2-22 in their last 24 games, including a current 12 game losing streak.

::falls out of chair in hysterical laughter::

::composes himself, sits back down at laptop::

Sorry, everybody! I was looking at the Heat and Cavs game logs side by side—a truly comical exercise, and noticed that they are literally inverted. Two impressive win streaks by the Heat broken up by a loss—and two embarrassing losing streaks for the Cavs broken up by a single win.

Where are you now Dan Gilbert?

If I recall, you proclaimed the Cavs would win a title before the Heat. Do you still stand by that? A little clarification if you please.

Am I rubbing salt in the wounds?

YES.

Am I a Heat fan?

No.

Why am I writing this article?

The answer—irritation. For 7 years I watched arguably the greatest athlete in NBA history break his back to elevate his team to an elite level while ownership did nothing but bring in a rotating cast of role players and way past their prime stars.

For 7 years, one player lifted up a city that had nothing going for it in terms of professional sports.

Then he left.

 Oh my God! On National TV!? With no advance warning of the "Decision!?"

Let me ask you this, Cleveland: Where do you get off thinking you deserve such a disclosure? What have YOU done for him besides boo him like whining babies and burn his jersey in the streets?

Oh, that's right, you "supported" him for his years with the team, only to immediately turn your back on him the moment he decided to leave.

What is he supposed to do? Rot away his entire prime alongside Antwan Jamison?

I feel not the least bit sorry for an organization that not only failed to complement the league's most prized asset, and was literally ON THEIR KNEES begging him to stay, but slammed him as a quitter the moment he left.

You had your one chance, Cleveland fans. You could have welcomed him back when the Heat visited this season. You could have buried the hatchet with cheers, been respectful and surprised the entire sports world with a thankful gesture. Instead, you did what we all expected—classless booing of the one figure that brightened your lives the past 7 years every time he touched the ball.

Bad move. Not a bridge you want to burn. Not the sleeping giant you want to wake.

There was something poetic about him silencing the crowd every single time, hearing the boos fade, seeing the slandering signs fall and watching him crush an entire organization simply by being better on the court. From now on you will get an angry version of him, and more than likely, you will be brutalized.

And each time,  I will sit back and watch with a smile.