LeBron James: Me, Myself, and I
Me, myself, and I were the only three people that LeBron James ever cared about.
Us, we, and team never factored into LeBron’s decision to forsake faithful fans and teammates in Cleveland and bolt to the broiling beaches of Miami.
Forget about family.
Forget about friendship.
Forget about fostering hope for a struggling region of our country.
Fortune and fame were the fundamental factors forcing the career choice of the selfish would-be king without a ring.
Last night, in a tightly scripted declaration, the former Cleveland Cavalier star finally decreed his royally self-serving plans to a national television audience. LeBron’s decision was all about him, himself, and he!
No plural forms of any pronouns ever entered into James’ edict.
The Press, most unnervingly ESPN, pandered to the hysteria hovering around the prima-don-LeBron’s free agency announcement. Court jestering replaced ESPN’s normally respected journalistic coverage.
LeBron’s hand picked interviewer Jim Gray lobbied softballs at the reigning NBA MVP, who smartly arrayed in a purple and white checked shirt, and thankfully NOT in purple robes, a scepter, and crown.
Worse yet, sports fans tolerated the pomp and circumstance surrounding James’ surreal free agency circus.
Bracing for pain, we all tuned in to ESPN last night to witness the inevitable, though secretly hoping LBJ would never spurn the Rust Belt for the sun, surf, and sand of South Florida.
Even the Cavalier franchise and the surrounding Cleveland community succumbed to carefully courting the king. They were cautious not to upset him while praying and pining that their hometown hero would eschew the bigger city spotlights for the rain soaked shores of Lake Erie.
Other NBA owners frolicked in Lebron-amania, knowing the word 'billion' was LeBron’s motivation and foolishly thinking No. 23 would move his monarchy to their respective metropolitan areas.
Now jilted and scorned, we all hoped the hometown hero would hunker down in Cleveland. That he would finally bring the city by the lake that long sought after championship it has thirsted for the past 50 years.
After all this ranting and reviling over Lebron’s leaving, it’s now time for us to move on.
To forgive No. 23 for forsaking us.
To wish the man the best in his quest for a ring in Miami.
LeBron should’ve stayed. He didn’t.
LeBron could’ve consulted with us. He hadn’t.
LeBron would’ve been forever beloved in Ohio. He won’t.
However, when you’re calling South Beach home, and the guaranteed millions are already in the bank, it’s easy to understand why...
Why 'Me, Myself, and I' are the only three people on the planet that LeBron James ever cared about.
Straight talk. No static.
MIKE – thee American made voice on sports!
