Alright, listen up, y’all. Let’s talk about them 2002 Cleveland Cavaliers, or whatever they called ’em. Wasn’t a pretty sight, let me tell ya. Like a cornfield after a hailstorm, that’s what it was.
Now, I ain’t no fancy basketball expert, but even I could see they were struggling. They only won 17 games the whole 2002-2003 season, bless their hearts. Lost 65 times, can you believe it? That’s more losses than I got chickens, and I got a whole coop full!
They had this fella, Carlos Boozer, a big ol’ boy, played forward and center. Born in ’81, young whippersnapper. Six foot eight, they said. Probably taller than my barn, though I ain’t never measured neither of ’em.
- Then there was Ricky Davis, a guard. He played a lot, started most games I reckon. Always running around like a headless chicken, that one.
- And Tierre Brown, another guard. Shorter fella, six foot two. June baby, born in ’79.
- Don’t forget Bimbo Coles, now that’s a name ya don’t hear every day. Another guard. He was older than the rest, born way back in ’68. A real old-timer in basketball years, I guess.
They had a whole bunch of other fellas too, but I can’t remember all their names. Too many for this old brain to hold onto. You can go look ’em up on that internet thingy if you want, some place called “Basketball-Reference” they say has all the stats and whatnots.
They played in the NBA, the National Basketball Association. Big fancy league, all them fellas running and dribbling and whatnot. I tried watching a game once, but it was too fast for me. All that back and forth, up and down the court. Made my head spin faster than a weathervane in a tornado.
Now, the year before that, in 2001-2002, they were a little bit better, but not by much. Won 29 games and lost 53. Still not good enough to make the playoffs, whatever those are. Some kinda tournament they have after the regular season, for the best teams. Our fellas weren’t nowhere near that good.
They were in the Central Division, and they finished seventh. And in the Eastern Conference, they were fourteenth. That ain’t good, folks. That’s like being the runt of the litter, the smallest piglet that don’t get much milk.
I heard folks talking about their “stats.” Points and rebounds and assists and steals… I don’t know nothin’ about that stuff. Sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me. All I know is, they didn’t win many games. And that’s what matters, right? Winning.
They had different jerseys with numbers on ’em, just like them fellas on the football team. I guess that’s how you tell ’em apart when they’re all running around. And they played in a big arena, somewhere in Cleveland. Never been there myself. Too busy tending to my crops and livestock.
So, yeah, that 2002 Cavaliers team… They weren’t the best, that’s for sure. But they tried, I guess. And that’s what counts, right? Putting in the effort, even when things ain’t going your way. Just like farming, sometimes you have a bad year, but you gotta keep on planting and hoping for a better harvest next time.
You can find all sorts of stuff about them online if you’re interested. Scores and news and schedules and all that jazz. Just search for “2002-2003 Cleveland Cavaliers roster” and you’ll see. But don’t expect to see much winning, I’m warning ya now.
They changed their players a lot over the years, trading some fellas, getting new ones. It’s a business, I guess. Like selling hogs at the market. You gotta make deals, try to get the best you can for what you got. But them 2002 Cavaliers, well, they weren’t nobody’s prize hog, that’s for sure. They were more like that scrawny one that nobody wants.
Anyway, that’s all I got to say about them Cavaliers. Just a bunch of fellas trying to play basketball, but not doing a very good job of it. Maybe next year will be better, or maybe not. That’s the way it goes sometimes.
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