LeBron James, the man who took "his services to South Beach," the man who celebrated alongside Chris Bosh and Dwayne Wade before the season even started, the guy who scorched Cleveland fans with "The Decision," is upset this morning. He's angry because his team, the one he anointed Champs before a game was played, lost in the Finals to the Dallas Mavericks.
One would think, with "advisors" everywhere, the guy formerly known as King James, would rise to the occasion and act like a man in defeat. That was not the case last night in Miami, following the Heat's elimination and the coronation of the Mavs. Instead, LeBum James took the low road. He played the "F@#% YOU, I'M RICH" card – or if you're a fan of Dave Chappell, he played the "Rick James" card.
"All the people that was rooting on me to fail, at the end of the day they have to wake up tomorrow and have the same life that they had before they woke up today," James said. "They have the same personal problems they had today. I’m going to continue to live the way I want to live and continue to do the things that I want to do with me and my family and be happy with that.
"They can get a few days or a few months or whatever the case may be on being happy about not only myself, but the Miami Heat not accomplishing their goal. But they have to get back to the real world at some point."
So in LeBum's mind, we're all pond scum and only good to shell out the dineros to watch him play, to admire him, to wanna "Be Like LeBron." Sorry, LeBum, that marketing campaign won't happen anytime soon. I'd be surprised if Madison Avenue didn't shy away from the "second coming" this offseason. He's turned himself from one of the best brands in sports, to the brand that's known for saying and acting stupid and immature. After all, "Let Them Eat Cake" is no way to endear yourself to the purchasing public.
Just as LeBum and the Heat crowned themselves before the season, LeBum listened to the throngs of people tell him how great he was growing up and already thinks he's better than Michael Jordan.
Kid, you aint no Michael Jordan!
After a tough loss, Jordan would have taken the high road and been somewhat humble. He certainly wouldn't have reminded the fans who help pay his salary that they're poor and he's rich, that they're lives are miserable and he'll be in Tahiiti next week, that we're a bunch of losers – and win or lose – he's The King. But where was the King when his team needed him the 4th quarters of the Finals? LeBum combined for 17 points in the 4th quarters of Finals games. That's less than 3 points per quarter. C.J. Watson would be happy with that, but this overgrown little boy should not be.
It makes sense if you think about it. He was inches from reaching the Finals with the Cavaliers, only to fail. So he bolted.
He doesn't have the drive, the desire, the fire in his belly to be as good as the greats of the NBA. He's no Jordan. Maybe he's not even Scottie Pippen. The Robin to Jordan's Batman would have slashed, shot and defended his way through the mediocre Dallas defense. LeBum stood around and watched as his goal slipped through his fingers. He's not a #1. He's maybe the best support player in the history of the NBA, but his attitude and his lack of fire show that he needs Chris Bosh and Dwayne Wade. Hell, he might even need Udonis Haslem.
LeBum left his Cavs jerseys burning in the summer Ohio breeze last summer. This summer, everyone's laughing at him - and maybe a few even feel sorry for him. After all, he's got to go back to his life today.
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