Ah, to be young and hung, indecently affluent and artistic … and positively pissed off.
This is what happens when I spend five NBA seasons on the shelf. Without my consent, the American dream has been redefined.
Ah, the bad old days, when I’d mock the Cadavers and racist owner Ted Stepien, the forerunner of Donald Sterling, because they damn well deserved it! Who would’ve thought that once the franchise actually won a title, reaching The Finals for two out of three June Swoons, the Cavaliers would become similarly sorry?
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