The clock ticks down – 56 seconds … 55 seconds … 54 seconds — and Mike Brown waves his arms, and his players just stand there. They just bleeping stand there. You know they’re not going to win. I know they’re not going to win. Boston is beating Cleveland by nine, and that’s too much. There are no miracles left, not for this disappointing Cleveland team, not for this wooden version of LeBron James. They are not going to win, not tonight, I know that, everybody knows that. But they just stand there. They just bleeping stand there.
“MOVE OR SOMETHING!” I hear myself shout.
Is this really how it ends? The Cavaliers players just stand there as the clock drains away – now 51 seconds … now 49 seconds … now 47 seconds— and even coach Mike Brown has stopped trying to wake the dead. He stands with his hands by his sides now, as defeated as his players. He can’t even inspire them to foul.
There have been so many heartbreaking moments for us Cleveland fans … each of them conveniently named so that they can be itemized when a Cleveland team loses yet again. Red Right 88. The Drive. The Fumble. The Shot. Old timers will remember Willie Mays’ catch. Youngsters will remember Joel Skinner, the third-base coach who held up Kenny Lofton. Each of those moments, and others without names, were so heart wrenching for a city that has not won a championship since 1964.
But at least none of those teams quit. Maybe they faded. Maybe they choked. Maybe they even fell apart. But to quit? No, teams don’t really quit. As the Kansas State football coach Bill Snyder said when his team was credited for playing until the end of a game: “They don’t let you quit.”
Only … they’re just standing out there. They quit. Forty five seconds. Forty four. Forty three. The Cavaliers are just standing back, away from the Celtics, waiting for the time to expire so they can leave, waiting for this season to end, waiting like this is some pointless Tuesday night game against Milwaukee or Phoenix in December. They’re just waiting to go home. Maybe they can’t win. But what kind of team just waits for the sad ending? What kind of players give up on a season when there’s still time left on the clock?