Brief and to the Point ...
Our city hasn't seen a major professional sports championship since 2009. That's, like, seven centuries in Cleveland years.
The Steelers and Penguins both won it all that year, of course. It was the headiest of times, especially for the younger generation that hadn't experienced the NFL's greatest dynasty in the 1970s or the back-to-back Stanley Cups in the 1990s. These were their teams, not those of their parents or grandparents. These were their parades, rolling down a matching route on the Boulevard of the Allies with matching turnouts, matching joy.
So, who's next?
And yes, you'd better believe I'm asking that based on what just took place over the weekend, no matter how irrational any significant reaction should be over regular-season games. Sometimes it's just about a sense. A feeling. A buzz. And there can't be any question that's very much in the air after Sunday's rapid-fire combination at PNC Park, then Consol Energy Center, with the Pirates burying the nemesis Cardinals in their opener, then the surging Penguins embarrassing the Flyers, the city's most despised opponent in any sport.
If only someone had pancaked Vontaze Burfict somewhere.
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