I'm pretty sure you've heard. Yeah, I'm sure you've heard that Cleveland is one of the most
miserable towns in America. They only see the abandoned buildings, the broken houses
and shattered dreams. They don't know Cleveland. They don't know Cleveland.
They don't know that the fight that Clevelanders have. Clevelanders are hard-working, great-yet-peep,
sun-up-to-sun-down individuals. The sons and daughters of hard-working steel mill workers,
real workers, the workers that built and shaped America.
They don't know the same intensity that those workers used is the same exact intensity that
we love our sports teams with. The fire, intensity, and sheer determination that our young athletes
have transpires into our adult lives as we work for our professional sports teams.
We tailgate, we drink beer, and we arrive in masses to support our teams. We support our
teams rather than win or lose because we are loyal in Cleveland. They don't know the loyalty
that we have to each other. That loyalty goes beyond sports and dwells in the hearts and
creativity of all Clevelanders. Oh, you don't believe Cleveland is creative? Cleveland is one
of the top artistic hubs in the country. Cleveland is made up of art. You ride past it every day.
We ooze creativity from our paintings to the way we dress. They don't know about our unique
boutiques that house local and world-renowned clothing lines. These unique boutiques extend
far beyond clothing and reach everything from musical variety to vintage toys to our exquisite
taste. They don't know about our unique restaurants, different foods, different people. The Polish
boy, Cleveland's signature dish. The truth is they don't know Cleveland. Cleveland is
more than abandoned buildings and articles written from people who have never set foot
in this city. Our city, they don't know about Cleveland, but we do. And though I haven't
touched everything that makes Cleveland dope, this is our city built by our people. That's
why Cleveland is dope.
