What makes a person “human,” unfortunately, seems to be a
complex mixture of emotion, desire and capability. When people use the word
“human,” their intention is to reflect the better nature of people, like
“compassion” and “caring” There are a few people in this world where these
sentiments come naturally, but we know that even the so-called “better” of the
race—or those who think they are—are rather in short supply of these
commodities, regarding people not their own in need of “compassion” and
“caring” in demeaning and discriminatory language. In others, in can seem to be
remarkable self-serving in its application; once a person “has theirs,”
suddenly can expunge any previous “guilt” and show people that they are
“human,” after all.
Thus we find that NBA superstar Lebron James is “human” after
all. Or so says his defenders in the media who grovel at his every footstep.
Alright, I admit that I’m not a particularly interested fan in the NBA, at least
not for the past decade or so, and I tend to see a lot of people who might
otherwise be in the unemployment lines or engaging in the “informal” economy
being paid outrageous amounts of money. James was, like Kobe Bryant, one of
those super-studs straight out of high school who didn’t need any of that
college-seasoning (or education) hokum to make the jump to the pros. James
wasn’t anything really particularly special his first three years in the
league, but his potential for greatness was always on everyone’s lips—and it
has been confirmed, at least to the satisfaction of the “experts.”
But back to the original question. James graciously returned
to his home city Cleveland Cavaliers after a four-year sabbatical with the
Miami Heat, where he went to the NBA finals every year, winning two titles.
Recall how he was regarded in something less than “human” terms when he without
notice bolted from the Cavaliers, the team that drafted him and where he
remained for seven years as the “face of the franchise.” But James wanted his
championship, and he wanted it “now” to silence the critics who suggested he
folded under pressure. Dwyane Wade, who was the star player for the Miami Heat
and had already won a title with the team as the finals MVP.
After leading the Cavaliers to just one NBA finals, where he
garnered much criticism as Cleveland was swept in four games by the San Antonio
Spurs, James apparently felt that he
needed a new “scene,” one in which the burdens of responsibility—and blame—could
be shared. This is a natural “human” response to adversity. He decided to join
Wade, who wasn’t a swell-head or diva like some other players, and persuaded
Chris Bosh—who dominated on an otherwise second-rate Toronto team, but was another
player who was good, but not too “great” to be a “team” player—to sign with the
Heat for less money than he was projected to make (fortunately for NBA players,
there are only 12 on a squad, so there is a lot of money to overspend on
salaries).
The bald-faced piracy of the event shocked Cavalier fans and
the media, and James was regarded with much scorn. His principle “human”
qualities seemed to be greed, cowardice and unfaithfulness to his community. Still,
he accomplished exactly what he sought out to do: He was a “champion,” at least
on the basketball court. But James read the tea leaves; Bosh was just a “role”
player in the James Gang, and Wade is getting older and unhealthier. The Heat
had “peaked,” he had accomplished what he wanted to silence his critics, and it
was time to move on. James is nothing if not cynical, and he has played the
media for everything he’s got. His statement to the press proves as much.
When I left Cleveland, I was on a mission. I was seeking championships, and we won two. But Miami already knew that feeling. Our city hasn’t had that feeling in a long, long, long time. My goal is still to win as many titles as possible, no question. But what’s most important for me is bringing one trophy back to Northeast Ohio.
I always believed that I’d return to Cleveland and finish my career there. I just didn’t know when. After the season, free agency wasn’t even a thought. But I have two boys and my wife, Savannah, is pregnant with a girl. I started thinking about what it would be like to raise my family in my hometown. I looked at other teams, but I wasn’t going to leave Miami for anywhere except Cleveland. The more time passed, the more it felt right. This is what makes me happy…
But this is not about the roster or the organization. I feel my calling here goes above basketball. I have a responsibility to lead, in more ways than one, and I take that very seriously. My presence can make a difference in Miami, but I think it can mean more where I’m from. I want kids in Northeast Ohio, like the hundreds of Akron third-graders I sponsor through my foundation, to realize that there’s no better place to grow up. Maybe some of them will come home after college and start a family or open a business. That would make me smile. Our community, which has struggled so much, needs all the talent it can get.
Let’s analyze this statement. It seems that he is saying
that after seven seasons in Cleveland he still had a lot of “growing up” to do.
He had to win championships to become a “man.” Because he won a couple of
championships, his achievements matched his ego and media expectations. Now he
can hold his head up and tell Cavalier fans that it wasn’t his fault all those
years ago without a hint of irony. Now he can “go home” and not be held in
derision by fans who trusted him and put all their faith in him, and
subsequently felt the deepest sense of betrayal. Now he’s “making it up” to
fans by returning. Frankly, if I were a kid, I’d rather grow up in South
Florida than Cleveland (I was born in Cleveland, but grew-up in Wisconsin). But
he’ll still have a mansion to live in, so the winter weather and the smelly
Cuyahoga River won’t matter much.
What is left for him to do now, but burnish his “image” with
some dubious “sentiment”? What is not “human” about that?
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