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Kinda hurts to see it right? |
Anyway, I can’t think of anything more predictable, or typical, than
a psychological retrospective on LeBron James. Or perhaps introspective. Either way, in spite of the idea’s complete unoriginality,
I’m going to do it… because it’s just so fascinating! Why?
Because he is and has always been, the opposite of an underdog.
Because he is and has always been, the opposite of an underdog.
Okay. Here’s where we start.
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High School, with NBA headband |
As Jordan was transcendent, he was made possible by
Magic. Magic was made possible by
Doctor J. Doctor J was made
possible by Jerry West and Elgin Baylor, who were made possible by Oscar
Robertson. All of basketball’s
greatest can be traced back through the generations. It’s just the nature of things. It’s evolution.
Inevitably players get better and the game changes. Wilt was an anomaly; his numbers,
biblical. Baylor moved like no
guard ever had before. Magic was a
6-9 point guard who challenged all of the conventions of that all-important position. And Michael was… Michelangelo.
So what is LeBron?
A hybrid of all of the above.
The inevitable result of generations of natural selection. He can do anything on the court; play
at any speed, above the rim or on the perimeter, he can defend any
position. From a basketball point
of view, he is truly miraculous.
But that’s the easy part.
That doesn’t begin to explain things.
It takes incredibly hard work to get to where LeBron James
is. It takes an amazing work ethic
and attention to detail, but where is the source of that passion? What is the driving force? For Jordan it was a lifelong desire to
disprove the naysayers, no matter how long ago he was doubted. For Magic and Bird, it was the need for
one to out-do the other, but before that, they were doubted too.
For James, it isn’t so simple. He was never doubted. It all seemed so easy. His desire to become great probably started early in high
school out of fun and a sense of pride for himself as he started to live up to
his growing fame. But then it expanded
into an extraordinary opportunity to make ungodly amounts of money, to support
his family and friends. And as
with any business venture, there must be multiple motivations, and that’s where
it becomes fascinating.

After seven years in Cleveland, giving every ounce of his
energy, all of his blood sweat, and tears, to an organization that did very
little to help him, he decided to leave.
Not for New York, and the chance to resurrect the wayward Knicks, not to
Chicago, where he would have had the best chance to win, but to Miami. Where Dwayne Wade practically plays the same position! It made no sense to the traditional
sports person. You’re supposed to
want to demolish your rivals… not join them! It baffled us.
But therein lies LeBron James. How could we possibly know what we expected him to do? He grew up in the light, and has been living in a glass house ever
since. A never sleeping media
covers and dissects his every move, desperate for any content they can supply
to an insatiable sports public. If
he bought a different kind of toothpaste it would be news. How does that affect someone
psychologically?

For years LeBron couldn’t figure it out. He towed the line between defiant
bravado and a universal need for acceptance. He craved it too much and it showed. And it over-shadowed the fact that he
is most likely the best basketball player
we’ve ever seen. It’s bad news for
the rest of the NBA now, because in the Finals, he figured it out. Simply put:
Nothing that
anyone said (media or fans or other
players) mattered.
He finally dug deep, and just let it be about
basketball. Easy to say and think
I guess, but maybe not so easy to do.
All he had to do was play the way that we all knew he could play, and let
the clock run out. And he was absolutely brilliant. For years, I’d
been so happy that he seemed to have ignored this fact. But now that he’s unlocked this drive deep within
himself, it stands to reason that he will be able to go back to that place over and over. And frankly, it’s going to be downright scary for the league; and bad for underdogs everywhere.
But then I guess, someone has to do it. Should we thank him? After all, where would underdogs be without… the
anti-underdog?
You know his name.
Well we will find out starting next year, because this is our new reality.
From now on, in the NBA, ugh... the Heat is on.
From now on, in the NBA, ugh... the Heat is on.
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