I am genuinely sad today.

Everyone said this was the year. That the Cavs were unstoppable. — I said I’d believe it when they had rings on their hands.

They showed me the stats. They said this time was different.

But I said one thing was still the same … We live in Cleveland.

And last night the Cavaliers proved once and for all that Cleveland is for losers.

I didn’t want to be right. I wanted all the die-hard fans to rub it in my face when our team took the title. I wanted to smile as Cleveland finally got the recognition of a championship that this starved city is so desperate for.

But I’ve heard it too many times in my life living in Cleveland. I’ve gotten too excited when I really believed that this would be the year that one of our teams would go all the way.

And it’s that hope that makes it even more crippling when we lose — like we always do — and some New York team waltzes in with a giant wad of cash and snatches every player we have that’s worth a damn.

Then the city full of losers has the audacity to boo the player that didn’t deliver the goods for them, as if he owed them something.

Look around people. Do you know why we needed this win so so badly? Because we are a joke. We are the ones who deserve to be booed. We have nothing here to be proud of that you can’t find in dozens of other cities (barring an amazing hospital system that most of us can’t afford to utilize anyway).

And we do get booed all the time (Thanks, for that Forbes). So we take it out on some kid who happens to be the best damn player Cleveland has ever had on any team in my lifetime? Do you want him to leave?!

We’re pathetic. I hate Ohio.

Last night made me all the more determined to get out of this cursed state. And when I leave, I’ll still follow my Cleveland teams. And I’ll be ecstatic if during my lifetime one of them wins a championship. Because I know how badly this city needs it. How badly we need some paltry piece of evidence that we aren’t losers.

I’ll be so proud of the day that Charlie Brown gets to kick the football. But I’m not going to be the idiot who lands on my butt when it gets pulled away from me anymore.

I’m out of here as soon as humanly possible because I can’t handle this loser label any longer. If Cleveland is lucky, the Cavs’ best players won’t have the same attitude as me. Because they are all this city has.