Geek Weekend

Because our Cavaliers couldn't finish off the Wizards in Game 5 on Wednesday night, we ended up missing the Cavs' convincing win in Washington on Friday night because we were out with good friends seeing Iron Man. Wow, what a great movie! It lived up to both the hype and my personal expectations. Robert Downey, Jr. was born to play Tony Stark, taking the character seriously while never losing sight of the fact that the source material is a comic book. (And while I never would have pictured Tony Stark of the comics listening to Suicidal Tendencies while working on his armor, it was absolutely appropriate for Downey's Stark to be doing just that at one point.) Jeff Bridges, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Terrence Howard all were fantastic in their respective roles as well. The A.I. Jarvis was a little disconcerting to me until I read a post on the Marvel Noise forum that pointed out that it allowed Paltrow's Pepper Potts to take on a "keeping Stark's life in order" role, which helped make that dynamic even more satisfying. We stayed until after the credits for a scene I didn't much care for. I'm not a fan of Marvel's Ultimate Universe, so the Sam Jackson cameo was more off-putting than exciting for me. In all, a fantastic movie, and based on the weekend's numbers, it looks like we should be treated to at least a sequel, if not a franchise!

Saturday was Free Comic Book Day, so my son and I went to the local comic shop to stock up on some of the freebies! I came away with Hellboy, G.I. Joe: Sigma 6, X-Men, and Dan Dare, while my son scored with Sonic the Hedgehog, Little Archie, Donald Duck, and Gyro Gearloose. He also got his picture taken with Batman on the way into the shop, and on the way out Batman came up to the car window and told him to stay in school. Sage advice, indeed, from the Dark Knight.

Sunday I surprised my son with a trip to the Canton Comic & Sci-Fi Convention. These shows that Jeff Harper puts on are a far cry from the mega-super-duper events that have taken over the industry. Jeff's conventions are designed for collectors and fans to fill collection holes and find some real bargains, and are family friendly. For a couple of bucks my son hauled in a Superman Adventures, a Spider-Man/X-Men Team-Up, a Web of Spidey with Venom, a Sensational Spider-Man with Swarm, and a Bone Holiday Special. As a bonus, when he opened the Sensational Spider-Man he found an Iron Man trading card inside. Double prizes! And when he saw the animation style cells Brett Pinson over at Boomtown Press was doing, my son was completely sold. He decided to buy one of Pinson's small animation style cells of Darth Vader. And the weekend was complete!

A Franchise unto Himself

So I just finished reading Terry Pluto and Brian Windhorst's new book, The Franchise: LeBron James and the Remaking of the Cleveland Cavaliers, and it stirred up quite a bit in me (including frustration with the maddeningly distracting typographical errors throughout the book).

I loved basketball as a kid. Despite my size, I played it in middle school and even made the "A" team. I remember going to the cavernous Coliseum at Richfield to see World B. Free and the Cleveland Cavaliers play Dr. J and the Philadelphia 76ers in the mid-'80s. Then I moved to Central Florida right around the same time the Orlando Magic came into the NBA, and my allegiance switched from a hapless established team to a hapless expansion team.

I followed the boys in blue closely, through Nick Anderson, the drafting of Shaq in '92, the acquisition of Penny Hardaway a year later, the Finals sweep by the Rockets in '95, the lockout the following season, Shaq's departure, the player revolt that cost Coach Brian Hill his job, all of it. I would stay up into the wee-hours and watch games on the west coast swing of a road trip. I would be captivated by Chip Caray's play-by-play coverage alongside Jack "Goose" Given's color commentary. I went to a lot of games at the O-rena, as we once called the Amway Arena. My boss was a season ticket holder, so opportunities presented themselves more often than you might think.

Then along came the lockout of '98. That killed professional basketball for me. I walked away from what I perceived as greed, disrespect for the game, and disregard for the fans. When I moved back to Northeast Ohio in 2000, I attended a few Cavs games at Gund Arena in downtown Cleveland -- it was a new venue to me, hosting a team with new colors. I was working in downtown and my father-in-law has quite a few business connections that have made tickets fairly accessible. While the team was never destined for greatness during those years, it was still a good time as a marginal fan.

But everything changed in 2002. I remember my wife and me sitting in our West Akron home, just down the street from St. Vincent-St. Mary High School, watching LeBron James' high school basketball games broadcast on ESPN2. Those games were crazy to watch. He was truly a man among boys. And a year later, the ping-pong balls finally gave the North Coast a break, and The Chosen One became a Cavalier.

A couple years later, I had the opportunity to attend James' 21st birthday party at the Cleveland HOB. I found myself at one point next to him as he walked by with his entourage. His physical presence was absolutely stunning. Now he is building a house around the corner from our current home. It is not a gated community, which is odd for someone of his stature. (I'm used to all those professional athletes living in Isleworth down in Central Florida.) So in an odd turn of coincidences, he went to high school a couple of miles from where I used to live, and is building a home a mile or so from where I now live. He moves in circles I can only dream of, but thankfully he seems to be about as down-to-earth as any twenty-something multi-millionaire from the projects can be. In short, he is impressive on so many levels.

There is no denying King James is the real deal. I hope he stays a Cavalier for his entire career and that it is a long and prosperous one. Although I doubt I'll ever be as big a fan of the NBA as I was in the '90s, the trip to the NBA Finals last season was exhilarating for even the casual fan and hopefully a preview of even greater things to come.