I love how at peace I am with this upcoming season. I mean, last year was a freaking loop-the-loop rollercoaster intertwined in a perpetually spinning tornado.
Up until the post-season began, it felt like there was no escape from the disaster that was to be the Cavs falling short to the Warriors once again (if, given my thoughts after the Brooklyn game, they were to even make it that far).
Now I can sit here, watch Games 1 through 7 + all other Playoff games with a permanent smile on my face. There's almost literally nothing that can upset me when it comes to the Cavs this season.
And it's not just because we won. It's not just because we vanquished a 52-year curse. It's the manner in which we did it. That kind of suspense meshed with such a sincere desire for victory made for the perfect triumph. And even if we're lucky enough to win it again, nothing will compare to that euphoric feeling we all felt collectively on the 20th of June 2016.