When LeBron James made his first “decision” to leave the Cavaliers and “take his talents to South Beach,” it didn’t really affect me. When he came back “home,” as he put it, I felt a bit of gladness for my firends who like the Cavs, but otherwise I was unfazed. This time, however, when James opted to leave Cleveland for the bright lights of Los Angeles, I thought first of my kids.

Among my seven children, I have a teenaged daughter and a younger son who are both Cavs fans. I immediately sent a text to Lillian to alert her about LeBron. She had already heard. Though she had braced herself against this possibility, she still took it pretty hard.

Lillian is, as she has informed me, first and foremost a LeBron James fan, so with him heading to L.A., I expect she’ll become a Lakers fan now. A day after his announcement, she backtracked a bit on abandoning the Cavs for Los Angeles fandom, but noted she’d certainly be getting his Lakers jersey. After all, she said, “the Lakers have always been my second-favorite team anyway.” That’s news to me, but I find myself in that situation frequently with a teenager in the house.

Leyton, on the other hand, seemed okay with what was happening. While a fan of LeBron, he also likes several of the other Cavs players (even after the JR Smith debacle in the Finals), so he sort of shrugged it off and told Lillian that if she didn’t want her Cavs gear anymore, he’d take it off her hands. It actually reminded me a little of the reaction I remember from some of my high school classmates when Michael Jordan announced his retirement from the Bulls in the early ’90s. Of course, everyone was a Bulls fan at that time, and I recall one guy who came close to celebrating because, in his words, “now, Pippen can shine.” Of course, Scottie Pippen without MJ wasn’t nearly the player he had been, as those in Portland and Houston eventually discovered.

Speaking of Portland and Houston, I have found myself identifying a bit with Lillian here. I remember growing up in the ’80s with Magic and Bird and the Lakers and Celtics. My dad was a Celtics fan, so, naturally, I was a Lakers fan. I loved Magic Johnson. I even had a pair of his purple and gold Converse Weapon shoes I wore to my YMCA league games in Lima. Google them, kids. They were awesome.

Anyway, something happened as I got a little older. I found myself very much enjoying watching the Portland Trailblazers. The early ’90s team with Terry Porter and Jerome Kersey and Buck Williams and Kevin Duckworth and, of course, Clyde “The Glide” Drexler. I remember watching the playoffs one year when the Lakers advanced past Portland and I realized I was upset that Portland lost. That’s when I figured out that I wasn’t really a Lakers fan at all. Fast forward a few years to the 1994-95 season when Drexler was traded to Houston and you’ll see where I’m going with this. I liked watching Houston play. Mario Elie and Sam Cassell were fun, and Hakeem Olajuwon was incredible. So when Drexler wound up getting traded to the Rockets, I did what felt natural: I followed him. I became a Rockets fan. I still have a soft spot for the Blazers, but to this day if people ask me what NBA team I like, I name the Rockets first.

So when I see Lillian trying to come to terms with what to do now that LeBron has left Cleveland, I sort of understand. I now have a small and probably brief window into the mind of my daughter. In this way, it seems LeBron’s decision has had a positive impact, at least for me.

As for the Cavs… they’ll always have 2016.