“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will
involve a review of (or commentary about) websites, movies, documentaries,
television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the
time. Be assured that these reviews will
be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come
Monday.” This is subject to change,
however. In fact, I would be most
derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while. For rants promote change, and change can be
good—right? Therefore, since good is
generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel
universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being
something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).
It was while
watching an early 60 Minutes(?) feature on him that I fell madly in love with
[LeBron James]. No, not in THAT way, but
it was still fairly intense. For aside
from being blessed with an incredible amount of athletic talents, his character
was the kind that Frank Capra and Jimmy Stewart made movies about.
A good example of
that is him hiring of a few of his old high school basketball teammates to
manage his career and finances not that long after they had graduated from high
school. You see, he went straight into
the NBA after Leading [St. Vincent-St. Mary High School] to state championships
in three out of the four years he was there.
Maybe Capra had a
hand in writing the script for LeBron’s life, as well. For in 2003, the practically hometown boy from
Akron was drafted by the Cleveland Cavaliers as the #1 overall pick.
Yeah, it is enough
to give one goosebumps, and for the next six seasons, he gave basketball fans
all over goosebumps while watching him fly through the air with the greatest of
ease. Hence, being crowned with the
nickname of “King James.”
Oh, but the king
was becoming more and more unhappy. For
he desperately wanted at least one NBA championship ring to wear, and it was
not looking very promising in Cleveland.
So, LeBron made a
decision that shattered the persona of his perfection. For he signed on to play for the Miami Heat,
which left me quite dismayed—despite not really being all that much of a Cavaliers
fan. After being adopted by The Gables
Bar and Grill in Southington, Ohio during a lake effect blizzard in 1997, I do
feel for the people around Cleveland, though.
Speaking of feeling
for the people around Cleveland, the owner of the Cavaliers sure seems to be a piece
of work. In all fairness, I may be
guilty of focusing too much on his very public mistakes, but he has had some
doozies.
Did you catch that he had a Lincoln (NOT A CADILLAC) chasing Lincoln? WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT WOULD DO THAT? [Dan Gilbert], the owner of Quicken Loans and the Cleveland Cavaliers, is who! Oh, and that was him driving the Chevy van.
LeBron’s downward
spiral continued, with winning two NBA championships with the Heat
notwithstanding, I suppose. For he
became notorious as a flopper on the court, which was to act like he just had
the snot knocked out of him in order to get a foul called after he had been
barely touched (if at all).
The final straw for
me came when he said in a locker room interview immediately after losing
another game to the San Antonio Spurs in the last NBA finals that he did not
care what others thought of him. I
immediately jumped off of his bandwagon and started cheering for the Spurs to
win the championship, which they did.
From what I am
hearing from LeBron [now], I am ready to jump right back on his bandwagon. For the king has decided to return home, and
I hope he finds the very special young man he used to be there.
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