See Cavs fans, us Laker fans aren’t the only ones that see it this way.
NBC Sports: Toying with the city of Cleveland’s fragile psyche, calling the NBA’s reigning MVP “LeGone” James would just be piling on, rubbing in salt. Besides, that would be predicated on LeBron first being somewhere.
For all the numbers, for all the surreal passes and forays above the rim, the most breathtaking young player in the game is still at base camp in the legacy game. LeBron is gazing longingly toward the top of the mountain, where Kobe Bryant is about to plant a flag.
After consecutive MVP awards, let’s look at the resume that matters: Rings? Zilch. NBA Finals wins? In his lone appearance three years ago, bupkis; four and out to the San Antonio Spurs.
And to put a bow on what might soon become a seven-year career of unfulfilled championship promise, LeBron’s Cavaliers, the best team in pro basketball this season, are one game from bowing out in the second round against essentially three old guys with knee braces who Rajon Rondo found at the Dorchester Y.
At 25, LeBron is in danger of becoming the NBA’s Alex Ovechkin — heavenly regular season, hellish playoff finale.
We’re all witnesses, all right — witnesses to Phil Knight’s Great American Hyperbole Machine, where we sop up commercials as reality.
Witness to 3 for 14 in front of your home crowd.
Witness to passivity, flat-out in-game apathy, unbecoming a player of LeBron’s Hall of Fame caliber.