Don’t get me wrong; I like LeBron James. He’s a fabulous athlete, a highly skilled basketball player, and seemingly a good guy (doesn’t get in trouble off the court). He’s funny – I like his commercials and I liked his stint on SNL. He’s proud to say he’s from Akron (my college town), and he’s done things his way, even though he is a bit over-polished with his image.
Most days, I’m fearful that he’ll leave the Cavs. It broke my heart when the Cavs traded Ron Harper years ago for that stiff Danny Ferry (coincidence that Ferry is on the precipice of ruining the Cavs again?), because Harper was the second-most exciting player in the open court in basketball at the time (next to you know who). Well, LeBron is the single most exciting player in basketball, and after two years of the best-record-in-the-league Cavs, I was horrified to think he’d leave after this season. Until last night, that is.
You see, I doubt now. I don’t doubt LeBron’s ability or his personality or anything like that – I doubt his heart. Great players find a way. Or, at the very least, they go down fighting. LeBron curled up into a fetal position and sucked his thumb for three quarters. If the elbow is that bad, don’t play. If it isn’t bad, play until it breaks. Just don’t stand out there being LeBron, the global icon. Honestly, I’d rather watch a Cavs team minus LeBron that plays hard to go 30-52 each season than have a LeBron-led team have the best record in the regular season and then half-ass it throughout the playoffs. I can’t support or watch that crap.
So, after last night’s game, this is how I was feeling about LeBron:
“Hey! If any of you are looking for any early gift ideas for me, I have one. I’d like LeBron James, my team’s best player, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy post game slumber over there in Bath Township with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, broken-elbowed, worm-headed sack of monkey poop he is!”
Thank you Clark Griswold.
I don’t honestly feel that way about LeBron, but he has a lot of making up to do to Cleveland fans come tomorrow night. If he mails it in again, I honestly don’t care if he leaves. If he doesn’t step up his game, I don’t think he’s capable of winning a championship. All these people comparing him to Jordan will have it wrong – I think he’s more like Vince Carter. Prove me wrong, LeBron. PLEASE!!!!