You guys know you don’t get LeBron back, right? It’s not a package deal. You’re just re-signing that happened to be the coach at the same time as the best player of the 21st century.
Turning the lights off in dixie.
Oh fuck. Those poor, silly teams who stole the home court advantage from the Bulls during the Jordan years only to see it short lived.
Gave me shivers.
I think LeBron is at the point of his skill where he can start doing this sort of thing. Where he just fucking OWNS ASS and then does some kinda badass taunt or small celebration just to emphasize how easy it was.
I mean, maybe wait until he wins a second ring. But if it means I’d get to see Skip Bayless’ head explode on live TV the day after, I’m all in. In fact, I’m more than all in, I’d be the project coordinator. I’d win a Nobel Peace Prize or some shit.
Meanwhile, in an alternate universe where Kobe Bryant has gone into Odinsleep, allowing Thor (Lebron) to run wild in Lakerland…
Seriously, this could never happen while Kobe is on the Lakers. Though if the Heat are really worried about losing Lebron at the end of his contract, perhaps a trade…
I’d just like to see 40-year old Kobe Bryant hanging out with the old Jewish men in Miami Beach. They like to take trips to Boca, get a couple glasses of wine and flirt with women way too young for them.
Heh, Kobe and Ray Allen taking it to the town! That’s a juicy GQ article if I’ve ever heard one.
Lebron James + Gisele Bundchen | King Kong + Woman
Oh magazine covers. Will you ever not be racist and/or sexist all the fucking time?
Am I the only one who misses crotch thrusts in sport celebrations? I’m guessing it went out of style when macho dickheads decided it was “gay,” but I got the feeling it’s gonna make a big comeback soon.
Here’s the story about LeBron James that I believe: He was a fun-loving kid with Cleveland, back when he was just a prodigious bright spot in a grateful town. He goofed around with his teammates, and he tread lightly on the NBA. Nobody wins titles that way, but still it was a blast, a near revolution. When the youth of it all was fading, he made one right decision by leaving a town where he could never thrive, and one wrong decision to announce it on television in a way that hurt his fans. He was still a good person, but he was entering the real world of expectations, and it reflected negatively on him that he couldn’t see the pain he was about to cause. He was punished severely in the court of public opinion, and hatred followed him to Miami. As he admitted Thursday night, he returned that hatred in kind, and karma caught up with him against Dallas. He couldn’t find a way to reconcile the love he had for the game with the high stakes and tension of the real NBA. He paid. And then this year, starting with Indiana, he discovered the path. The steps were clear — the Heat beat the Pacers, he became a legend in Game 6 against Boston, and he exorcised the remaining ghosts against Oklahoma City. He played the game on his terms, with love, and he won beautifully.
(via Shane Ryan on Grantland)
This was their “A League of Their Own” moment, right? Like when Kit and Dottie hug after the championship game. Remember that?
I’m just saying it was a great movie with a lot of emotion, and I don’t think I’m crazy for referencing it.
Eddy Curry = Rosie O’Donnell