Future Fear

An experiment is in progress.
As fans, we’re in the worst possible segment of the Cavs off-season—a combined period of rampant speculation and undeniable transition. Not only does the franchise have the crippling uncertainty of LeBron James, but they’re also searching for a head coach and trying to smoothly transfer power to Chris Grant as GM.
Looming over all of it like a carnival float is Dan Gilbert, the man who wants to get back in the driver’s seat of the franchise he owns.
However, the experiment I’m referring to has nothing to do with any of this. And at the same time, it has everything to do with all of this.
I don’t fully understand my relationship to Cleveland pro sports some times. On a base level, I find it impossible to believe that I could ever completely not care about any of the franchises based in my home city. I have largely checked out of the game of baseball as a whole, but I know that the first time the Indians are on Sunday Night Baseball this year, I will watch that game. Football holds more interest for me in general, but even though the Browns haven’t even been close to the playoffs for the vast majority of their expansion existence, I’ve still gotten up early most Sundays in season to watch them play.
Last year, a big part of the intrigue for the Browns to me was Eric “Alpha Dog” Mangini. I found his shroud of secrecy and behavior both hilarious and entertaining, and part of me wanted to believe that his insane dedication to the game could lead to improvement for the Browns.
But the one sport I never even had to hesitate for was basketball.
To me (cue Jeff Van Gundy), basketball is the ultimate sport. I believe it’s the most compelling mixture of pure athletic prowess (strength, speed, agility), sport-specific skill (dribbling, pinpoint passing, shooting), and mental awareness (reading defenses to find seams, adapting to your opponent’s tendencies, figuring out how to attack them most effectively on both sides of the court).
On top of that, I’ve felt a personal connection and pride in regard to the players. Most of this had to do with the types of “character” guys that Danny Ferry brought in. But some pre-dated him, such as Z, perhaps the most beloved player in the team’s history. This same feeling even extended to Mike Brown, who, despite his shortcomings, was someone I always found it easy to root for from a personal standpoint.
However, with Ferry gone and Gilbert aching to play puppet master, this could be the end of the Cavs as I know them.
Despite my inherent love of the game of basketball, despite my personal connection to any team that begins with the name ‘Cleveland,’ I’m beginning to wonder how easy it will be for me to actively root for the Cavs next season with Gilbert as the captain of the ship.
This has little to do with the team’s performance or chance of winning. Instead, it has everything to do with who the Cavaliers are—as individuals, as a team, as my representatives in the NBA.
Let me be frank: I straight up don’t like Dan Gilbert. Admittedly, if his casino project ends up acting as a blood transfusion for the city’s economy, I will ultimately give him a pass, because that’s the kind of thing that’s bigger than sports. But until that time, I’m standing pat on this. He comes across as a slimy guy who believes he’s a hilarious entertainer that we should all adore. If Woj and Windhorst are to be believed, he’s also been an enabler of all of LeBron’s most undesirable personality traits for the past several years. Worst of all, it seems as though he’s intent on buying LeBron’s love—and probably any other star—at the expense of what’s best for the team.
It’s for all these reasons that I’m test-driving the name Reptile for him.
Further along these lines, I’m underwhelmed by the prospect of the great Tom Izzo coaching the team. Apart from all of the logical questions raised by Mike earlier this week, Izzo seems to be a world-class prima donna in his own right. In that sense, he and LeBron and Reptile deserve one another. But the problem that sits at the forefront for me is the phenomenon of college coaches breaking their contracts midway through, bouncing on kids they recruited to specifically play for them, all for a paycheck and an ego boost. I give Izzo credit for at least being honest with his players about the fact that he’s seriously considering leaving, but that hardly eliminates the inherent sleaziness of the move. To me, the entire situation feels more like it’s just about Reptile bending someone to the dark side for the sake of flexing than it is about picking the best coach for the team. In that sense, I fear it’s emblematic of what we should come to expect in the post-Ferry era.
Which leads us to the roster.
Quite frankly, I have no idea what to expect. My feelings about LeBron have changed completely over the course of the past 6 weeks. He’s gone from being a player I staunchly defended and believed in to a guy who may have selfishly mailed in a complete playoff series that cost his team a shot at the title, not to mention costing his coach and GM their jobs. Delonte is going to be traded without a doubt. Z will either retire or sign elsewhere. Apart from Jamario Moon, it’s difficult for me to name another guy on the team who I genuinely feel some kind of affection for (please, let’s all avoid the obvious jokes).
Say what you will about their shortcomings in the playoffs, but the past several years, I’ve always felt that the Cavs were a team I could genuinely root for—not just because they represented my city, but because they seemed like good guys with the right goals and personalities to boot. There was undeniably a blueprint for what a Cavalier was under Danny Ferry. Now? It feels to me like that model has been jettisoned, and all bets are off as to what types of guys are going to make up the team’s locker room, because—barring some unforeseen level of political mastery from Chris Grant—this is now going to be a team made in Reptile’s image.
I just shivered.
I realize I’m running the risk of just being dramatic. In theory, the thing I should care most about is whether or not the team wins. Everything else should be immaterial. Reptile’s new vision could work. After all, it’s not as if Jerry Jones hasn’t used this blueprint to get some rings.
But at the same time, I also fear that the foundational principles that Reptile looks ready to burn are exactly what made me feel so connected to the team these past few years. I’m not advocating for a perpetual team of lovable losers. I want to see the franchise win. But I also believe that character plays a part in that quest.
For me, the experiment will be to see how my feelings about the team shift if they manage to win a title, but with an identity that matches their owner’s. I hope for all the long-suffering fans that it’s a problem we have the opportunity to confront. And at the same time, I hope it never happens.
-T