My Gift to the City of Cleveland (NOT intended for kids - You've been warned)

It's pretty rare that I feel the urge to use my blog brilliance, nay blogilliance, to help out an entire city.  But I feel for you, Cleveland, I do.  Every guy's had his heart broken by some girl at some point in his life.  In your case, the girl is a gigantic man whose singular act of betrayal is the sort of thing that forms the basis of religions.  But LeBron's no Judas . . . No, he's much, much worse.  He's some sort of MegaJudas (TM).  At least Judas got paid for his betrayal.  LeBron took less money just to betray you.  Think about that for a minute, Cleveland.

Less money!

More betrayal!

MegaJudas!

So here you go, Cleveland.  This one's on me.  I'm not going to go to the effort of photoshopping it so that it looks all nice.  You get the gist.  Make it look as nice as you want and then print them up by the truckload.  Distribute them to every man, woman, and child (especially the children because they are the ones who will suffer the most from LeBron's betrayal) in the greater Cleveland area.  Drop crates of the shirts on Miami like packages of humanitarian aid.

[Legal Team's Note:  The RUMOR referenced in this tee-shirt is just a RUMOR and Mr. Baty is in NO WAY insinuating that it is in ANY WAY true.  It's just something he read maybe here and here and here and well, let's face it, everybody's heard of the RUMOR by now so you can hardly blame him for taking the next logical step and, truth be told, his brain is so damaged by the DRINK and by AGE that he NO LONGER has ANY idea what he's writing or even where he is presently located.  He is simply a BROKEN and RUINED OLD MAN who is waiting around to DIE and is therefore NO THREAT to you so please DO NOT SUE HIM, because, if you haven't figured it out by now, we AREN'T REALLY a legal team in any sense of the word.]