Fortunately the LeBron James hype is actually dying down, and the world is better for it. I am embarrassed to admit that I did actually watch the July 8th ESPN announcement fiasco, and I was just like all the other suckers who swallowed the promotional bait. It’s been said that 7 out of 10 viewers in major markets took the hook too.
Frankly, I have never been a fan of the National Basketball Association or many of their immature, over-paid, egotistical playmates (except for when the Chicago Bulls were winning their championships in the 90’s). Commissioner of the NBA Howard Stern is right in his element, and big-money is the driving factor behind every decision he has made since accepting his over-paid position.
Role models are something that does not compute when talking about NBA players and this latest episode of self-anointment is no exception. In an article in Fanhouse recently it was reported, “No self-respecting newsgathering organization ever lets the subject take control of an interview, even if a charity as noble as the Boys and Girls Clubs of America, is a beneficiary.”
Not surprising, the Rev. Jesse Jackson has again opened his pie-hole labeling James as “a runaway slave.” Nice work Jesse, because there was never an issue that he did not classify as RACIAL to prop-up his extortion oriented pulpit. This debacle has gotten so far out of control that New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd said “ESPN’s 28 minutes of contrived suspense over James’ narcissistic announcement that he was going, aptly, to My-Am-Me played like ‘The Bachelor,’ without the rose for the winner.”
David Israel, a Los Angeles Times TV writer said, “Never has so much time, effort and money been expended by an individual to diminish himself.” Your Commander wonders just when we will stop admiring narcissist punks.
Just like the NBA, ESPN took a dive for audience and money. LeBron played those big guys like a Stradivarius violin. Phil Rosenthal wrote on Chicago Tribune.Com, “Self-celebration became self-immolation,” and James’ cavalier attitude will haunt him.
As LeBron’s old Cleveland Cavalier jerseys burn on the streets of Cleveland the story moves to sunny Florida. Now he better deliver or those South Florida clowns (fans) will turn on him as if he were Fidel Castro.
Although I never watch NBA games, for the coming season your Commander is putting “THE CURSE OF THE COMMANDER” on the Miami Heat. Do you suppose it will be as effective as "THE CURSE OF THE BILLY GOAT" has been on the Chicago Cubs?