As a sports nut, I don’t hate athletes. I despise their ability to be better than me in every possible way, sure, but that fact is inevitable. I’ve come to terms with it.
Lebron James may be the most despicable, in the cutesy Pixar kind of way, athlete of all time. So why in the world did a 12-for-12 free throw night turn me against the world and into a LEBRON BELIEVER? I’m not exactly sure.
Spurn, scorn and scoff all you want.
Amid game 2 of the NBA Finals I found myself rooting for the most hated man in America. It was an interesting feeling to say the least, like wearing socks with sandals and enjoying it.
James was not awe inspiring, like the performance he had in game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals, or inspirational, as in the commercials he is in encouraging kids to stay in school. He wasn’t even self-endorsing, and flagrant about it.
It is my decision whom to root for, and I’ll be taking my cheering abilities, indirectly, to South Beach with Lebron.
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