What was the greatest sports joy of your life?

As New York City erupted in celebrations this past weekend, I looked on with a complicated mix of envy and vicarious pleasure.

I can't say that I was rooting for the Knicks to win the NBA Finals, and I couldn't be too happy for them, considering that they'd just obliterated my beloved Cleveland Cavaliers in the previous round of the playoffs. Seeing the genuine look of joy on the faces of fans who'd been waiting decades–in many cases, their whole lives–I understood, though.

Ten years ago today, I felt that feeling.

Prior to June 19th, 2016, I'd truly come to believe that I might go an entire lifetime without seeing one of Cleveland's major professional sports teams win a championship. I'd lived through mediocrities, misfortunes, Modells and Jose Mesa; I'd watched in horror each time we added a new one-word disaster to a half-century list of them. (The Drive, The Fumble, The Decision, etc.)

There was simply no reason to believe that this time would be any different, even as the Cavaliers crawled their way out of a 3-1 series deficit to force a winner-take-all Game 7 against the heavily-favored and record-setting Golden State Warriors.

Of course, I was wrong.

What ensued was one of the greatest basketball games ever played, capped by one of the greatest fourth quarters ever played.

Even as it played out, though, I didn't believe.

When LeBron James chased Andre Iguodala down for The Block, I gasped in awe.

When Kevin Love locked down Steph Curry on defense, I held my breath,

When Kyrie Irving sank the biggest shot in Cavs history, I yelped in shock.

And I was still sure they were going to lose somehow.

I just didn't know how yet.

When LeBron crumpled to the court clutching his wrist after a hard foul up three with 10.6 remaining against the greatest three-point-shooting team in history, I was sure that was it. He was injured. He would miss both free throws, Steph Curry would hit a three to tie, we would lose in overtime, and this would be the next thing on that reel of Cleveland Sports Failures that they show every time this happens. We'd call it The Wrist.

When he missed the first free throw, I nodded somberly.

And when he rattled in the second, pushing the Cavs' lead to four points, I said (maybe out loud?) "wait... how do they lose now?" They didn't, and a few seconds later I found myself crying on the floor in disbelief.

The curse was over.

Now, maybe it's not as dramatic as the Cavs' comeback, or as cathartic as the Knicks' purging of decades of frustration, but I'm sure there's at least one moment in your life as a sports fan that hits the same way for you as this does for me.

So, on this most-auspicious anniversary, I'd like to hear what it is.

What's the greatest sports moment of your life?

(If you are a Chicago Cubs fan, though, please understand that I am still not ready to talk about that one.)

Friends, it's Friday once again at The Action Cookbook Newsletter.

The weekend is upon us, and I'm ready to dive in with a delicious pizza, a bright summer cocktail, some great music, Dad Books, and more!

It's been a long week, but in the words of Mike Breen: "It's over! It's over!"

If you put exactly what you want on a pizza, you might just get it all to yourself

This is a bold statement to make, but hear me out: I enjoy pizza.