I refuse to talk about the Cavaliers' loss to the Celtics in the N.B.A. playoffs. I refuse to talk about where LeBron James will next play. I refuse to talk about Cleveland's magnetic attraction to loss and pain, including, but not limited to, its sports teams. I refuse to talk about the special, inevitable protesting-too-much nature of being a Cleveland native and the defensive posture you must always assume every time anyone (everyone) chuckles over the city's burning river, its feckless p...