I’m looking at you LeBron James. That’s right. You!

In the biggest game of your young career you come out with a performance the likes of Vince Carter. I got home from work last night hoping to watch the Cavs destroy the Celtics, I was horrified by what I saw. Normally, it’s the supporting cast that does not show up, this time it was “The King”. It was shocking. A “Cavastrophe” is what the good folks at The Basketball Jones called it.

I’m starting to have doubts about your greatness. Right now I hate you for making me feel this way. Since day one, I have proclaimed you to one day be the greatest player this league has ever seen. That’s right, better than Jordan, Magic, Oscar. Now, I’m having doubts. I admit, your supporting cast, while better than years past, is still not of championship caliber. That’s when great players take guys and make them think and feel they are better than they really are. In turn, they play above their means. That’s what great players do.

How can you expect them to come out and play great if you look disinterested, lethargic, unwilling. Watching the game, I was horrified. Where did the LeBron James I know go? Where was he? Maybe LeBron would rather be on a beach somewhere joking around with Jay-Z.

I have defended LeBron James as the best player in the game. I can no longer say that, not with a performance like last night. Not till you win a championship. That’s what legends do LeBron. They win championships. They take the guys around them and make them believe they are better than they are.

It hurts me to say all this. It’s the truth. You’re writing your legacy LBJ. Do you want the title of this chapter to read “he folded” or would you rather have it read “The mighty King returned.

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