The Demise of an Immature King Without a Ring
Let’s be real here. It should have stopped last year. Let’s give it a break at the very least.
For the last three years, the entire sports and entertainment media circuit has been waving their tiny spoons, mimicking the flight of an airplane, essentially breast feeding LeBron James with sickening levels of adoration and praise.
“King James.” “The Chosen One.” “We Are All Witnesses.”
What have we really been “witnesses” to? His freakish unmatched level of athleticism? Sure, I’ll give him that. And please, correct me if I am out of bounds with this one, but isn’t a “King” supposed to have at least one crown, err, ring? Last time I checked, LeBron has…wait, let me count. Oh right, there’s nothing to count.
Since when is a superstar catapulted into the upper echelon of “greatest of all-time” talk without having won a title or even come close for that matter? I mean, the guy got swept out of the only NBA Finals he’s ever been to.
I’ve got to believe that the sports world has not become so insanely saturated with awe towards LeBron’s physical abilities that its forgotten how to truly measure the greatness of a player.
Championships, championships, championships.
I mean come on, at least get to the Finals again. Not that I’m counting, okay maybe I am, but Kobe is vying for his seventh NBA Finals appearance and third in a row.
Since the world loves comparing Kobe and LeBron, I’d say it’s a rather fitting time to engage this nonsensical conversation, you know, seeing as how the Lakers are appearing in their third straight Western Conference Finals while the Cavaliers are…well, they’re certainly not dancing anymore, that’s for sure.