Memo To The City Of Cleveland: Stay Strong

James WilliamsonSenior Writer IJuly 8, 2010

CLEVELAND - JULY 8:  Mark Wesney (L) waits to hear where LeBron James will play next season July 8, 2010 in Cleveland, Ohio. The two-time Most Valuable Player made the choice to play for Miami Heat next season. (Photo by J.D. Pooley/Getty Images)
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I have never seen a more loyal city to its sports teams than the city of Cleveland.

I say this because that city has not won a championship since 1964, yet there are still sellouts, there are still the hardcore fans that would take bullets to protect there players, and there are still the rabid members of the Dawg Pound.

About two years ago, when I first started here on Bleacher Report , I had the privilege to visit Cleveland for a family friend's wedding. The bride was marrying a Cleveland faithful, and that man was one of the most polite men I have ever met.

I was at Luigi's, an Italian restaurant, and I saw all these jerseys of Browns players. It was near football season, and I even saw an old one of Ozzie Newsome, who had played over 20 years ago. That fanbase remains the most loyal I've ever seen.

To this day, I don't understand why they have not won a championship. It is something that I think is a great travesty because I see cities that will remain nameless and I've encountered their fanbases—those people are crude, baseless, logically flawed, and downright rude to others.

Yet the city of Cleveland, (despite the fact that my team, the Cowboys, was going to be playing them the start of the season—a joke I shared with some of their fans) treated me with respect.

Nothing makes me angrier than to see those good people suffer. I'm not here to give them a pity party, however, because they are tough.

That's right Cleveland fans. You are tough, and I admire that. I'm telling you right now that one day, it's going to end. The city of Cleveland will have a gigantic parade that will rival all parades, the streamers will fly, and the balloons will lift.

Schools will close, the mayor will be in tears of happiness, and the fans will hoist a trophy high in the sky to show that with strength comes reward.

Stay strong, Cleveland fans. The loss of LeBron James is hard. I'm actually very angry with him. He had a chance to be the greatest. He had a chance to be bigger than Jim Brown really. He had a chance to be a deity of Cleveland.

Well, now he's packing his bags and is going to Miami, and I'm heartbroken about it too. I know that if he had come to anyone's house in Cleveland that he'd be offered a warm meal.

If he was cold, you would warm him. If he was dehydrated, you'd bring a truckload of Gatorade, and if he needed a place to sleep, you'd take the couch and give him the bed.

If I was a professional sports player, I'd either want to play for my home state of Texas, and if I couldn't, Cleveland would be very high on my list of places to play with.

I want you to know that there will be another chance for Cleveland. This is a horrible setback, but I urge you to keep hanging on. If you are at the end of your ropes, follow FDR's advice: tie nooses and hang on.

I can't give you a lot, but I can give you the greatest thing I can, and that is my respect.

My respect for you fans is as high as I would give to a surgeon.

Please stay strong.