San Diego, Not Cleveland, Is City of Suffering

A lot has been said in the past 24 hours about the anguish of Cleveland sports fans. In the aftermath of LeBron's "Decision," there has a been a piss-and-moan fest the likes of which I've never seen on blogs, in sportswriter's articles and, perhaps most notably, in Bill Simmons' all-Cleveland mailbag.

My response: whoop de doo.

Need I remind everyone that Cleveland has tasted a World Series victory as recently as 1948 (not forgetting, of course, the 1920 World Series champs led by Tris Speaker, one of the greatest players of all time) and has an NFL Championship from the just-yesterday year of 1964.

Meanwhile, the city of San Diego has never had a World Series champion, and hasn't had any football hardware since the Bolts won the AFL crown way, way, way back in 1963.

San Diego doesn't even have an NBA team to root for, or a nearby dominant state school like Ohio St. to call its own.

It's no competition really. If you want to talk suffering, let's talk San Diego.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go jogging on the beach, and then drive up to La Jolla to have some seafood and watch the sun set into the Pacific Ocean.