Walking away from the Q late last May following the Cavs having their hard-earned home-court advantage stripped from them by the Orlando Magic, I passed the House of Blues and heard the melancholy, honky-tonk strains of the Rolling Stones’ classic “Dead Flowers” echoing down E. 4th Street’s early-summer stickiness. An appropriate tune for a well-worn path. Ten days later it was all over but the primal screaming