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Looking down at the shattered piece of brick and then up at the Come Home LeBron sign, you can't hold it in any longer. It is symbolic of all of your shattered Cleveland sports dreams.

You bend down and grab the piece of brick. You have never done anything like this before, but you really don't want him back. A twinge of nausea hits you, thinking about all of those jerseys that were burned in back yard barbecues and parking lots.

The realization of LeBron returning and selling more jerseys to the hapless souls that set theirs on fire smacks you as a money grab.

You toss the brick in the air, feeling its weight as it comes back into your palm. Nodding to yourself that this will do, you pull your arm back to chuck the brick.

Your windup is interrupted by the sound of a police siren, followed by a shout of, "PUT DOWN THAT BRICK."

Freezing where you stand, you pour out your Cleveland sports fail reel soul to the officer.

The Cleveland Police officer has mercy on you and suggests you go home now.

You do as he says.

Your day is over.