Cleveland: last month, at long last, your misery ended as I—God—gave you the major pro sports championship you had for so long dreamed of.
Now I have something else to give you: the Republican National Convention. So shut up and take it.
To be sure, this convention is going to be bad. It’s already being described as a circus and a nightmare, and that’s coming from Republicans. There will be strife, acrimony, protests, counter-protests. The city will largely be shut down.
But I don’t want to hear any complaints. Remember: LeBron etc?
You Clevelanders suffered for more than 50 years, and then last month you received redemption. The nation rejoiced for you. Your city went from laughingstock to champion.
I did that.
And now I’m doing something else.
It’s true that the Trump-RNC has the potential to be the kind of historical catastrophe that will always be associated with Cleveland, forever besmirching your good name. But, long story short, I have nowhere else to put it.
So be quiet and take your medicine.