Dear Cavaliers fans,
It has been a rough month and a half since your team was ousted from the playoffs. You’ve waited with baited breath while Le’bron (French for; ‘The Brown’) James made as he said, "a very difficult decision". The reality is however the decision probably wasn’t so difficult for one simple reason:
You may love his letter and apparent passion for Cleveland. You may be just as upset as he apparently is, but the fact remains that Gilbert, Danny Ferry and organization never did what it took to keep Lebron in the city that rocks.
The organization never produced a real supporting cast for LBJ. It was like watching Al Pacino in any movie he’s made in the last 15 years. We know Pacino is a dynamic actor (Dog Day Afternoon, Godfather 1&2, Carlito’s Way, Scarface, etc). But like Pacino in “Righteous Kill”, Lebron’s been trying desperately to carry a cast of “C” actors and fallen victim of over-acting. The organization secured Shaquille O’Neal three years too late. They believed fool heartedly that Mo Williams would become more than just a 7th or maybe 6th man at best. Having a rotating starting 5 the past three years only confirms the truth. Anderson Varejão while having a great head of hair should never start an NBA game. Delonte West may ride his hog, shotgun on his back like a road warrior, but on the court his there is little warrior in him. Michael Jordan, Larry Bird, Tim Duncan, Kobe Bryant, and any perennial champion never dealt with the dizzying revolving door like the one that made Lebron’s head spin.
Mr. Gilbert says Lebron quit on his team in the playoffs this past May. Did he quit? Or did Boston just realize that they could play a 5-man zone defense around your star, knowing that his teammates were little more than bobble head dolls; jesters in the King’s court?
And now Cleveland the real dagger is NOT that Lebron is gone, but that no self respecting NBA star will don a Cavs’ jersey as long as Gilbert is running the show. In one terse letter the owner has shown just how ungrateful he can be to a player who turned a floundering organization into a championship contender. Lebron sold out your new arena for 6 seasons. He lined your team and the city’s pockets with hundreds of millions if not billions of dollars. Good luck attracting a free agent star, or re-signing a young stud when they know that the owner will not only question their talent, but take childish stabs at him as a person if he…pause…leaves in free agency for a great opportunity with two of his best friends in what might just be the most exciting city in the US for a young millionaire.
Like Napoleon in 1815, King James is now in exile from his thrown and home. But is it really exile when you leave Cleveland or France for a veritable paradise? Goodbye cold winters, hello fruity drinks and string bikinis. There isn’t a person in the world who won’t feel some pity for your city. You certainly deserve better, but the fact is you will probably never get anything better than Lebron and your owner, in one hastily typed letter assured the basketball team's dim fate.
Remember the last six years fondly. I hope you Tivo’ed as many games as possible, because take it from a 'Philadelphian' who has witnessed the Sixers go from prominence in 2001 to irrelevance in 2010. It can take decades to rebuild a franchise and memories are fleeting.