After an agonizing day of ESPN and talk radio speculation, LeBron James spent 20 minutes being late to his own press conference and then another five minutes – possibly the longest five minutes of my Twitter life – blah blah blahing until he finally announced what everybody already knew:
LeBron James will play for the Miami Heat next year. James, Chris Bosh and Dwayne Wade will create an NBA power trio and we can all pretty much assume win the East if not the whole shebang next year.
The only organization happier than the heat is Nike. Nike endorses all three of these guys.
One ring to rule them all.
I’d just like to say that I was rooting for LeBron to stay in Cleveland. Remember when athletes were associated with teams? Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Cal Ripken, Brett F… never mind. You know what I mean!
I completely understand why LeBron chose to go to Miami. He didn’t want to end up like Barry Sanders – I get that, but I am still disappointed. Cleveland loved the shit out of LeBron and James was an Ohio guy. Cleveland supported LeBron James even when he wasn’t solving all of the problems of the world.
Doesn’t anybody ever stay together anymore?
*sigh*
Well, at least he will be able to get some more use out of this suit down in Florida.
[photo: ESPN.com]
I’m not a fan of Cleveland, which has more to do with being a fan of the Broncos and the fact that I hate snow than it does with having beer spilled on me, vomit projected onto me and being hit in the back of the head by a falling drunk, because those last three were all at Browns’ games and that’s to be expected. BUT, Cleveland is still part of my beloved state. I have three sisters who live there and a bundle of nieces and nephews who love(d) LeBron. He let us down. Period.