SportsCenter was in town, going live from the bar/restaurant district on Fourth Street. The streets were hoppin'. You couldn't walk five feet without bumping into a LeBron jersey.
The Return was some kind of on in C-Town last night.
And so, of course, being C-Town, it came with a bitter pill.
Final score in The Return, aka the Cleveland Cavaliers' home opener: Knicks 95, Cavs 90.
The Returnee's line: 17 points, 5 rebounds, 4 assists, 8 turnovers. Five-of-15 shooting.
And so it was a totally C-Town night, great anticipation followed swiftly by the ritual Deflating of the Balloon. LeBron was awful. The Cavs weren't much better than awful. Same song, different decade.
But you know what?
It's the NBA. It's October. Don't put the Zippo to those LeBron jerseys yet.
Six or eight or 10 years from now, when the NBA Finals finally start and the Cavs are in them, no one will remember what happened last night. It'll be archives, baby. It'll be as distant a memory as the French and Indian War, because, let's face it, the NBA season lasts longer than the French and Indian War.
Which means pretty much everything eventually becomes a distant memory.
So never fear, C-Town. Someday it will be June. The Browns will be embarking on their 43rd consecutive rebuilding year. The Indians will be in third, eight games out. And the Cavs probably will be in the NBA Finals, but then again, they might not be.
In other words: The Return will be complete. The Return to Normalcy, that is.