"Cleveland teams remain a psychic rock, an anchor for my wobbling, fretful soul." What soul?
Author Scott Raab of Cleveland Heights, Ohio wants us to believe that he has not gotten over The Decision. And prays that you haven’t either.
In an effort to profit from LeBron James’ seemingly tarnished brand, the roly-poly author is rolling through Cleveland pushing his literary dribble (shamelessly entitled) The Whore of Akron. Not The Pimp of Akron. The whore! Obviously Raab has never seen his feet to step foot to a playground. Ergo, by the size of his belly, my guess is . . . it’s greed that’s driving him.
