Sports Journal 6-23-13 “I’m the champion!”

That’s right Lebron. You sure are. Seldom has accomplishment met eloquence more profoundly than in your NBA championship victory speech. And it was so succinctly accurate too. You are the champion. Your team was irrelevant to your victory. Hell, the Spurs, the rest of the league, and frankly every player that came before you, don’t matter, because you are THE Champion. Then mentioning your two rings and a shot of profanity at your detractors was just the cherry on top. You certainly earned that and put everyone in their place, because you are THE CHAMPION!

Lebron, you’ve won not one, but two championships. But will you win more? I don’t know, because I don’t think you can count any higher. Your excellent basketball abilities have more than made up for your few crude language skills and lack of any social graces. Congratulations.

Coca-Cola was running a “Meet Lebron James” contest. I was entering furiously, just on the possibility I’d win. I’d go up him, fake a handshake, kick him in nuts, and scream “Cleveland Rocks!” over him. “You’ll never be a Jordan. You’ll never be a Shaq! Hell, you’re not even a Kobe!” There’s something to be said for being likeable (or at least not a total jerk), even if you’re rich, and famous, and a champion. Namely, you don’t get rude posts like this written about you. And you don’t feel compelled to take time away from your victory celebration to give a shout out to your legion of anti-fans.