I've been very critical of LeBron in the past - I thought the Miami Heat debacle was just that - and kind of - kind of - put that to rest when he came back to Cleveland. I thought that was a class move in a career that was impressive but always seeming to lack the humility that the truly great ones had. And sure enough he plays out of his tits and brings home the bacon.
So we had a family crisis and I didn't get to see the game, but tuned in to the immediate post game, and saw the interview between the horrible, boring, flat Doris Burke with Lebron. Let me summarize - this not more than ten minutes after Kyrie Irving buried a monstrous three in a tie fucking game with less than a minute on the clock and three seconds on the shot clock: "I, blah, blah, blah, I, I, I, blah, blah, blah, I blah, I blah, I blah, I, I, I, blah, blah, blah. Me, I, I, Me, blah, blah, blah, I, me, mine, blah, blah, blah, I blah, me blah, mine blah. I."
No doubt, LeBron is a monster, and he has done things that no other player has (or at least a very elite few have) done, and to win down 3-1 to a very good team is a sheer feat of willpower. But just when I want to love him and embrace him as a man among men, one of the greats all time in sports, there's the "I" problem.
Derek Jeter, Joe Montana, Wayne Gretzky, or Michael Jordan would never have made that mistake.