Cavs fans woke up this morning with an unsavory taste in our mouths. It tasted of defeat.

And Heat.

Also, money.

While hopeful Clevelanders slept fitfully in our beds, the NBA prepared to drop a bomb on our feeble dreams: late last night, a league cap was announced that was a full $2 million higher than originally expected. This extra cap space allowed the Miami Heat to make LeBron James an offer that was only about a million dollars short of offers by New York or Chicago, but with the added benefit of playing with two perennial all-stars, which no other team can boast.

Those stars being one Dwyane Wade and one Chris Bosh.

It’s the second slap in the face C-town has suffered in two days, after Bosh decided he would rather lose $30 million than live here.

In other words, he would actually pay not to live in Cleveland.

And with the lure of two friends and a potential title in the sweltering city of Miami, it seems all but inevitable that LeBron will abandon ship for the Heat. Even our most trusted source in Cleveland, Plain Dealer sports reporter Brian Windhorst, seems glum, despite his half-hearted reminders that he has received no confirmation from anyone with the authority to comment on it.

But if LeBron goes to Miami, I have something to say.

First of all, that team has scarcely shown the commitment to winning that the Cavs franchise has. It was just three seasons ago the Heat gave up on winning with the unnamed goal in mind of snaring Derrick Rose in the draft. They blatantly tanked, while Rose went to Chicago. Furthermore, Miami let the Cavs sign away Jamario Moon without any resistance. Worst of all, they’ve mistreated their superstar, Wade, as they let him risk his body and his career propping the team up Atlas-like, season after season, with little help from an organization hell-bent on capturing a big-name free agent in 2010.

And this is the team that LeBron will favor over the all-sacrificing Cavs and its devoted management, who would stop at nothing to give James a ring and every other desire of his heart?

Lastly, if LeBron goes to Miami to play with his pals, it might be fun at first. But I predict three egos of that size will eventually step on one other’s toes.

Here’s why. Let me tell you a tale of three guys close to me who moved in together to form the ultimate bachelor pad in college. They were all best friends. At first, it was awesome.

But then … oh, then … everyone started getting on everyone else’s nerves.

It all came to a head when “the pad” ran out of plates, and one roomie used a salad bowl to eat his cereal.

And then, because the sink was overflowing with a month’s worth of dirty dishes, he stashed the salad bowl full of milk under the couch.

For 3 weeks.

Yeah, that was an ugly, historic fight in the bachelor pad.

It’s only a matter of time until one of these superstars hides the proverbial salad bowl under the couch.

My money’s on Bosh.