As a Cleveland transplant in the Pacific Northwest, it can be hard to find Cleveland sports support in the area. Indian’s games can be hard to come by, Columbus Crew matches impossible, and you can bet you’re never going to cheer for the Browns in Century Link Field. But when the Cavaliers just went on their most improbable and historic run, I knew I needed to find a place to watch the games. That’s where McKenzie’s came in.
On the outside it looked just like any other sports bar, in any other city. But to me it became home. It became the back slaps of friends after a great play, it became the security blanket at the end of a hard day, it became a personal cathedral. Every game I was baptized in the greasy fries, sticky floors and cool beer of Mckenzies. Everyone needs community, sports helped me find mine.