Cavs fans are like the grown-up equivalents to the anonymous loser kid from high school whose dad bought him a brand new car senior year.  Pulling up every day in the “cool kids lot,” the kid starts walking around with a strut – finally getting some needed attention after having been ignored for the previous years.  Needless to say, after the glitz of the car faded, everyone went back to remembering him as a loser (but now a loser who is also spoiled by his daddy).  Eventually the football team fucks his car up and he has nothing but the broken hope that this “should have been his year.”  Cavs fans, pray that your shiny new #23 doesn’t get fucked up, or you will all once again sink into the losing cellars of professional sports anonymity.