I have begrudgingly begun to accept the fact that LeBron James is on the verge of actually winning an NBA Championship ring. To be completely candid with you, I hate the simple thought of it. The thing that really irks me about this practically imminent world of the existence is that I (and I think I’m in the majority… somewhere around a 65/35 split) was so sure it was going to happen differently.
About midway through the 4th quarter of Game 7, I knew the Heat were going to be playing in the Finals against OKC. The Celtics finally just broke. All engines firing, full-steam ahead. Boom. Over. But I thought I had an ace up my sleeve. After the first two incredible rounds and then the dismantling of the Spurs, I thought OKC was sure to bring the thunder to South Beach. Bonus pun.
Instead, LBJ has been lighting up the court and is on his way to a ring. But it’s not enough to suddenly admit that he’s great. Sorry, I’m still not selling yet. Continue reading