Miami Heat small forward LeBron James (6) reacts on the floor against the San Antonio Spurs during the second half of Game 6 of the Finals, Tuesday, June 18, in Miami. (AP Photo/Lynne Sladky)
LeBron James has it all. He has the monstrous, beastly built of a Dominique Wilkins standing 6-foot-8 (2.03 m) tall and weighing 250 pounds (113 kg), the freakish athleticism of no less than His Airness himself, Michael Jordan, and the absurd passing craftiness of another Hall of Famer, Magic Johnson.
James has an NBA title, and perhaps another one is coming. He's a Finals MVP, a four-time NBA MVP, a one-time NBA scoring champion. Of course, he is the best rookie during his time and way ahead of his peers. He has two Olympic gold medals hanging on his wall after helping the United States team to victory in the 2008 Beijing and 2012 London Olympics that more than made up for the misery and heartbreaks he suffered when the Americans finished a disastrous third in the 2004 Athens Games and 2006 FIBA World Championship in Japan.
And I haven't even mentioned the other "minor" personal accomplishments like being in the NBA All-Star and All-NBA team nine times and made it to the All-Defensive squad on five occasions. And oh, have I mentioned he's also the all-time leading scorer of his old club, the Cleveland Cavaliers? Yes, he is.
That is why he is called the King. Not Stephen King, nor Don King, nor King Kong, not even King Tut. But THE KING. The best player in the planet. Only Kevin Durant can get into that space and look LeBron eye to eye. The rest are mere mortals.
And so everyone loves LeBron James. In fact, they worship him as if he's the basketball god's answer to Zeus. Americans do. Chinese do. Europeans do. Japanese do. Russians do. Filipinos do. Even General Zod will love LeBron. Simplistically ruthless and cold-blooded like the Man of Steel's super villain. He's flithy rich, immensely popular and awesomely gifted. People just love him. Welcome to the bandwagon.
So what's not to love about LeBron James?
Rewind to "The Decision."
Unless your heart is as cold as ice and your hands as callous as an alligator's skin, prolonging his decision on whether to stay or go and leaving the Cavs hanging in the balance and announcing in the last minute that he is taking "his talents to South Beach" to join the manufactured Big Three in Miami is downright...yes, cold-freaking-blooded.
Even LeBron himself admitted that "... if the shoe was on the other foot and I was a fan, and I was very passionate about one player, and he decided to leave, I would be upset too about the way he handled it."
Jordan and Johnson, the players James was being compared to, both condemned the decision. LeBron may surpass Magic in the NBA Greatest of All Time ladder. And perhaps Tim Duncan too. But he will never ever be a Jordan, who won all six NBA Finals he got into. Heck, Jordan was never swept the way LeBron was swept by the San Antonio Spurs years back.
So you still love "the guy?"
Here's more. Remember how LeBron had bragged he will win "not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, not seven titles" during the team's welcome celebration. And how many does he have now? One, two perhaps?
But hey, it’s a free world. You can cheer for the players and teams you want to cheer. It's everyone's (bandwagoners') right. Go ahead. Hail your King and shout yourself hoarse. LeBron and the Heat may beat Duncan and the Spurs in the deciding Game 7 and harvest his second NBA championship. But your time with your factory-made Big Three is running out. Worry not though because when this is all over, your King will probably get tired of Miami, Wade and Bosh. And if that day comes, I'm sure there will be "The Decision 2.0" somewhere in the bend. And if you're still a Miami Heat or LeBron James fan by that time, I will tell you you're a genuine article. Loyal to the end. Unlike LeBron James.
So what's not to hate about LeBron James?
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