The Cleveland Cavaliers vs. The Dogs of Oblivion

One year ago, my beloved Cleveland Cavaliers Basketball team was in first place and riding high. We had, as our fearless leader and guide, the best basketball player in the world. For two years in a row we had more wins than any team in the entire league. We were the envy of all other teams almost.
It is one year later. Only in Cleveland Sports would a nightmare so hideous, so viscious, so bitter, be playing itself out thru a grueling puragtory of this present season and actually come true. (It's happened before.)
The best player in the world is long gone. On thursday the Cavs play in Memphis and if they lose, they will tie the NBA record for consecutive losses in a season. We have the worst record in the league by far. In the depths of this bleak tundra of a basketball season when it could drive us to emotional hibernation, must we keep propped our bruised facade? Our cheerful attitude about next years draft? Our rational calculating self that figures we'll be contenders in three to four years if we draft the right guys?
 My dear Northeast Ohio sports fans, when will we be allowed simply a night alone to weep?