Sure, you could be a larger part of the nightlife in New York or be among the glamorati in Los Angeles. I couldn't blame you if that's what you wanted. You could follow Michael Jordan in Chicago. You could escape the stifling pressure of having to fix all that has gone wrong in your hometown, and neither could I blame you if that's what you wanted.
But if you stayed ... you could do something more glorious. You could bring your city a championship. No, it didn't go right this year. The Cavaliers, in a reckless effort to create an instant winner, pushed the wrong buttons and built a team so ill-conceived that everyone quit in the final minute rather than at least try for a miracle comeback against Boston. It was a sorry way to go out.
You could leave now, and I have no doubt that you would make some team an instant contender. I have no doubt that you would win championships. But it would be different if you could bring a championship to your hometown; you and I both know that. And it wouldn't mean as much anywhere else. If you stayed and brought home a title, they really would name every street in town after you.
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