I cannot wait to get back to Cleveland, Ohio.
People say it's the Mistake on the Lake, but really, it's just home. When it comes to comparing Kansas and Ohio, at this point in time I don't see much of a difference. But I'd take Cleveland over Lawrence/Kansas City any day.
A wise man once said, "Cleveland rocks!" and he's not far from the truth. The longer I am away from home, the more I appreciate it. I've been fortunate in my last nineteen years and have had many opportunities to travel to cities around the US and in other countries. I'm sure in my next three years here in Lawrence I will discover more of its quirks and unique offerings. But so far, Cleveland has yet to be topped when it comes to quirks and uniqueness.
In Cleveland, national championships are hard to come by. Yet in our athletic hardships, Browns and Indians fans are one of a kind and arguably the most loyal in the NFL and MLB, respectively.
When it comes to basketball, all anyone has to say is LeBron and they know what's up. In Cleveland, we say his name a little differently. It's something like "LEBRAAAAAAWWWWWWNNNNNNN!!!"
Our river caught on fire. The best part about that fact is listening to a non-Clevelander try to pronounce our river. Cuyahoga (pronounced Ki-uh-HOE-guh).
Our newspaper is published at a 6th grade reading level. There are no bragging rights in that, it's just interesting.
Lake-effect snow trumps global warming. We have snow days in late April and you can wear t-shirts, shorts and sandals in February.
The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is one of a kind. And we have it.
We have one windmill in Cleveland. I hardly ever see it in motion.
The West Side of Cleveland, or the Wesside if you will, is completely different from the city's East Side, or the Easside. The city is divided by the Cuyahoga. I'm from the Easside and it practically feels like you need a passport to cross the river. Everyone from the Wesside looks, talks and dresses the same. And no person under the age of 24 knows what a non-religious affiliated private school is. No one.
Forget Vermont, the best maple syrup comes from University School, in Hunting Valley. (Nota Bene: University School is actually a high school. A private one. On the Easside. Wessiders have no chance in understanding.)
The best place to party in Cleveland is not actually in the city, or its suburbs. It's out on the lake. If you're ever in the area in the summer check out Put-In-Bay. And bring your mardi gras beads.
People on TV with are trained to talk with Cleveland accents. Cool, right?
Ask anyone in Cleveland why Pittsburgh or Baltimore is awful. You get unifying answers. I have never before seen one city in such agreement over one issue.
You know Hank Aaron, and Cy Young? Cleveland does.
How about Mushroomhead, Nine Inch Nails, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Filter? Yeah, Cleveland does.
Twenty minutes in a car in one direction and you hit Tower City. Twenty minutes in the opposite direction and you can go cow tipping, if that's your kind of thing.
Cleveland has a little bit of everybody: the rich, the poor, the black the white, the Italian gangsters and walleye fishermen. There are the corn growers and the heart surgeons, Grady Sizemore and me, the inventor of Mr. Coffee and a host for Who's Line, all in the same little town.
I like Lawrence enough, but it has yet to stack up. I look forward to the fall and the next school year, but until then, I can't wait to be home...
The Jake, Cedar Point, the Lake, Little Italy, the Grog Shop, the Falls and some action in the Flats...it'll sure to be a good time.