I could write a column about the Miami Heat crying after games. I could write a column about them blowing “insurmountable” leads. I could write a column about them laying a goose eggs against the top four teams in the NBA. I could.
I won’t. LeBron James, consider this my apology for anything bad I have ever said about you, or your taking of talents to South Beach.
The NBA circus got an early start this past year when the Boston Celtics threw James and his talents to the curb like an empty vile of tiger blood. James’ high-profile free agency culminated in his bitch slap to his home town on ESPN and taking the easy route to a championship on the coat tails of Dwayne Wade. In doing so, James unknowingly gave even the casual NBA fan something we have desperately craved, needed, nay … yearned for. A villain. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Thanks, LeBron