June is either going to be the most epic sports month in Cleveland history (or at least in the last half-century) … or it's going to be an epic gut punch that sends an already cursed sports city further into despair, perhaps for another half-century.
There's no wiggle room.
(OK, there's always wiggle room. Even when Mike Zimmer issues ultimatums to Adrian Peterson about playing here or nowhere else, there is wiggle room).
But let's think about this: The Cavaliers, after LeBron James came back, went about as all-in on one season as a franchise can possibly go.
They traded away the past two No. 1 overall picks to the Wolves, one of whom (Andrew Wiggins) became Rookie of the Year and a potential star, for Kevin Love.
When that wasn't enough (remember, the Cavs were 19-20 at one point), they added Timofey Mozgov, J.R. Smith and Iman Shumpert in trades for first-round picks.
Then Love got hurt in the playoffs. Kyrie Irving, the very good Robin to LeBron's Batman, is battling through tendinitis. James openly talks of spending much of his time between games healing his body, which has taken a pounding as he has willed Cleveland into the NBA Finals.
If the healthy enough bodies can will themselves to four more victories, it will touch off an unbelievable celebration. If you think Minnesota fans have it bad, remember: no Cleveland team has won a major U.S. pro sport championship since 1964.