Getting to Know Drew

The story of how a kid from the south became enthralled with a team from up north.

My name is Andrew Rysta, and I love the Cleveland Cavaliers. I grew up in the south, but my mom’s side of the family is from Mentor, Ohio. That whole side of the family loves their sports, and it definitely rubbed off on me.

My love of sports grew out of my love of competition. I enjoy the thrill of victory, and have often suffered the agony of defeat. Those who know me, know I love statistics, underdogs, and storybook seasons, but most importantly, the Cleveland Cavaliers.

When I was six years old, my soon to be favorite player, LeBron James came into the NBA. I followed him whole-heartedly, always checking our newspaper (yah we had those things in 2004) to see how many ‘Bron had scored the night before. I had his rookie card, and kept up with the Cavs more than any other team. I was a pretty consistent fan, but there was one moment that sealed the deal.

Game 2 of the Eastern Conference Finals against Dwight Howard’s Magic in 2009. The house was full watching the contest, and the game proved to be a life-changer. The Wine & Gold were down two with one second left, but we had the ball, and LeBron. He caught the inbounds pass, calmly elevated over Hedo Turkoglu's out-stretched hand, and fired up a game-winning three-pointer that went rattling through the rim. My house erupted. I was hooked for life. The celebration was crazy, or at least it was in my 12-year-old mind.

Here we are now 8 years later. I have been through: the decision, the coming of Kyrie Irving, the return of the king, a championship, and I plan on being here until I die.

As far as writing goes, I wrote previously for King James Gospel, and I currently write for the Bob Jones University Bruins sports website. I also run a small video cast with one of my friends called “Homers and Haters” where we talk about all different sports topics.

I am striving to bring you the most important facts about the Cleveland Cavaliers.


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