Josh Q. Public:  I’m takin’ y’all on a trip straight through memory lane.  It’s like that y’all…it’s like that y’all…it’s like that y’all.  -Nas

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Yup, time to go old school.  Spurs/Cavs Thursday.  The Cleveland Cavaliers are not generally mentioned in the pantheon of great NBA franchises.  Not a team we generally sensationalizes.  Not a team we generally order with our burger and frieses.  Cleveland is well, you know, Cleveland.  Not for nothing, I do love Cleveland from the Family Guy: ”Public urination is just wrong.  Except during the Million Man March when protestors burned down our porta-potties and I used my stream of justice to put out the hate.”  But still.  They just can’t cut loose.  Loose, footloose.  Kick off your Sunday shoes.  Please, Louise, pull me offa my knees.  Jack, get back.  C’mon before we crack.  Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose.  But this team does have a history.  Not a Celtics history.  Not a Lakers history.  Heck, not even a Seattle Supersonics history.  But a history nonetheless.  So without further ado, the All-Cavs Teams. 

PG:  Mark Price.  Hey, he’s too slow.  Hey, he’s too little.  Just like Stan Podalak:  Well, I may not be very tall, but…I’m slow.  Hey, he can’t play in the NBA.  Wanna bet?  Benched his rookie year behind my main man John Bagley, Price started his sophomore year.  That, as they say, was all she wrote.  I write the songs that make the whole world sing.  I write the songs of love and special things.  Mark Price wrote the songs of special things.  A special shooter.  A lights out shooter. A clutch shooter.  One of the best shooters in NBA history.  Price led the NBA in free throw percentage twice.  Get the papers get the papers.  He won the NBA’s Long Distance Shootout back-to-back years.  Get the papers, get the papers.  Not just a shooter.  He was a passer to booter.  In his birthday suiter.  A root toot tooter.  Price ranked in the top ten in assists in five of his nine seasons as a Cavalier.  Price nearly led his Cavs to the Promised Land.  Stupid Craig Ehlo.

SG:  From Canarsie High School in Brooklyn, New York, The Prince of Midair, All World, World B. Free.  Hops.  Mad hops.  Forty-four vertical hops.  He’s electrifying.  He’s death defying, stupifying,  high flying, mortifying, satisfying, super skying, leaves suckers crying, no denying, egg frying, I ain’t lying.  I surely ain’t.  This man could dunk.  Slam dunk da funk, put it up, if you got that feeling.  Slam dunk da funk, put it up.  We love it.  We need it.  We gotta have it.  Can’t get enough.  The ever loving stuff.  Oh, that marshmallow fluff.  Windmills.  Tomahawks.  Three sixty, from the foul line, between the legs, double clutching, rock the babying, off the backboard,  dipsy-doo slam-jam-bam dunkeroo, baby!  World B. Free!  Dr. J:  “A healthy Lloyd Free just can’t be stopped offensively.”

SF:  There was a farmer who had a dog, and Bingo was his name-o.  B-I-N-G-O.  B-I-N-G-O.  B-I-N-G-O.  And Bingo was his name-o.  No dog he.  Not Bingo Smith.  Not 6'6?, Bingo Smith.  6'9? with the afro.  The wily veteran helped to shape and mold the young expansion team into playoff contenders.  You don’t understand.  I coulda had class.  I coulda been a contender.  I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it.  It was you, Charley.  Bingo Smith was no bum.  Not with that rainbow jumper.  Not in the Miracle of Richfield.  Rainbow jumpering his way past the Bullets.  Rainbow jumpering his way to a first playoff win.  Rainbow jumpering his way to a first playoff series win.  Bingo Smith.  Rainbow jumpering his way into our hearts.

PF:  Larry Nance.   First ever winner of the NBA Slam Dunk Contest.  Earned him the coolest nickname ever.  The High-Ayatolla of Slamola.  Leapin’ Larry.  Leapin’ the new Cavs into the NBA elite.  Making them complete.  Putting them into the driver’s seat.  Pick up your feet.  Got to move to the trick of the beat.  There is no lead.  Just take your place in the driver’s seat.  Driving the Cavs into the palyoffs.  Driving the Cavs into the playoffs year after year.  Tear after tear.  Playing the tenacious D.  Blocking shots.  Lots and lots of shots.  The only player in franchise history to be named to the All-Defensive First Team.  And the only Cavalier to make the team three times.  Three is the magic number.  Yes it is, it’s a magic number. 

C:  This a tough one.  A rough one.  A Three Billy Goat Gruff one.  Nate Thurmond or Brad Daugherty?  Brad Daugherty or Nate Thurmond?  With authority, it’s Brad Daugherty.  10,389 points scored.  5,227 rebounds grabbed.  2,741 free throws made.  3,670 free throws attempted.  Five All-Star appearances made.  Four triple-doubles recorded.  All that in an injury shortened career.  That’s why Daugherty is here.  That’s why to him I drink this beer.  That’s why he may be the best Cleveland Cavalier.  If you watched the 1992 NBA Playoffs, you saw greatness.  You saw Daugherty dominate.  You saw Daugherty take Cleveland to the Conference Finals.  Stupid Craig Ehlo.

Public Acknowledgements: Bill Simmons, Mike Henry, Kenny Loggins, Space Jams, Barry Manilow, Goodfellas, 5ive, Fletch, On the Waterfront, Sniff -n- the Tears and Schoolhouse Rock.

Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!