(PJ Media) -- I can't believe it's real. I watched all of Game 7 and witnessed the Cavs winning the NBA Finals on Sunday night, becoming the first team to come back from a 3-1 series deficit to win the championship. I stayed up and watched the post-game coverage until I finally fell asleep at 3:00 a.m. Now I'm watching the team's arrival home in Cleveland, where an estimated 10,000 fans greeted the team at the airport, and in interview after interview I heard fans saying the same thing: "I can't believe it's real." It's been 52 years since long-suffering Cleveland fans had a sports championship to celebrate and we can't wrap our minds around what just happened. Many of us who have endured decades of devastating disappointments, on some level, keep waiting for some cosmic shoe to drop. Something bad is going to happen, right? Deep in our hearts we're afraid that somewhere in a backroom of the NBA offices there's a group of officials going over game tapes, looking for something the Cavs really screwed up—something so egregious that it would result in the Cavs having to forfeit Game 7, and thus the championship, to the Golden State Warriors.
Crazy, I know, but that's what it's like to be a Cleveland sports fan today.
After Game 6 of the NBA Finals, Kyle, my 22-year-old son, came home and said, "Mom, we need to watch 'Believeland' —tonight." He was talking about ESPN's "30 for 30" documentary about the 52-year championship drought in Cleveland. "I had tears in my eyes when I watched the part about Art Modell moving the Browns to Baltimore," he said. "He literally just picked up the entire team and moved it to Baltimore! How could somebody do that??"
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