Last evening I had already decided what I was going to write about today: how, to the delight Heat haters worldwide, LeBron James had apparently reverted back to his pre-Championship, entitled prick, “I didn’t travel it was a Crab Dribble” ways. I always gave LeBron somewhat of a pass because of the fact that he grew up without any semblance of a father figure (which also explains why he’s a Cowboys AND a Yankees fan. DOUCHE CHILLS), a crackhead mother who banged Delonte West (IT HAPPENED DAMMIT) and has been told by AAU Coaches, Scouts, Boosters and general fame whores alike that he would be the next Jordan since roughly the age of 13. I was hardly a fan of the guy, and especially as Celtics fan I reveled whenever he failed to win what was once an elusive championship. However, none of this excused his leaving his hometown team high and dry, “The Decision” or the ridiculous introduction of the “New Big Three” in Miami. All of that was douchey as hell, and I thought the passage of time, and two rings, had matured James in the years since.
Then this past week he went devolved back into levels of douchebaggery not seen since he originally took his talents to South Beach. In the span of just a few days he: held a shirtless dunk display in another team’s arena solely in an attempt to get on SportsCenter (why not actually enter the dunk contest?), admitted that he was “snubbed” from winning the Defensive Player of the Year Award for the past two seasons and with regards to how he sees himself historically, proclaimed: “I’m going to be one of the top four that’s ever played this game, for sure. And if they don’t want me to have one of those top four spots, they’d better find another spot on that mountain. Somebody’s gotta get bumped.” I even had a picture ready to go with it and everything:
And then I watched the amazing Heat – Warriors game last night thanks to the wonderful NBA TV (Steph Curry and James went back and forth like Bird and Jordan in those old McDonald’s ads) and this happened:
Well…damn. Now that’s not to say that my opinion of LeBron as a person and how he’s been handling himself recently has changed. I still think he’s somewhat of a douche waffle. Unfortunately, he’s also indisputably the best player on the planet (with apologies to Steph and Kevin Durant) and a two-time defending world champion which I suppose gives him a bit of leeway to have more swagger than even your average NBA star. It’s the Richard Sherman effect. If you talk smack and handle yourself like an arrogant prick you better back it up or else people will swarm the second your play drops off even slightly.
Also, frankly I’m amazed that anything could have dethroned Tyler Ennis’ miracle half-court shot that kept #1 Syracuse undefeated season alive from the top play of the night…