Perennial crybaby LeBron James proved once again that comparisons between him and Michael Jordan or Kobe Bryant are laughable. LeBron spent this NBA Finals series against the Dallas Mavericks being a non-factor in the 4th quarter, trying to get snarky about Dirk Novitzky’s illness (even though he was congratulating himself endlessly for playing while ill earlier in this year’s playoffs) and by getting snobbish in his usual post-loss interview.
I hate to break it to you, Little LeBron, but even the people who rooted FOR YOU are waking up with the same lives they had yesterday. So your snobbish, pouting remarks didn’t impress anyone except jock-sniffing sports “journalists” like Ryen Russillo (the guy who keeps trying to hold his head so the cameras can’t pick up his huge, ever-expanding bald spot) who was leading his fellow boot-lickers in admitting they would trade their own lives for LeBron’s. That says more about the insecurities and the inability to come to grips with failed dreams of the frustrated jocks in sports broadcasting than it does about people in the real world. So, congratulations Dirk and the two Jasons (Kidd and Terry) for “taking your talents to South Beach” and defeating John, Paul, George and Ringless, who had started calling themselves the Heatles earlier in the season. If they gave out rings for self-promotion LeBron would have several, but as it is he and I are still tied for NBA titles.