Perhaps LeBron James would have been more prophetic (or is that pathetic?) if he had just told America he was taking his talents SOUTH. Who knew that, when Sire James went off on his Electric Company rant- “Not 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, but 7”- he was talking about wins? What was one of the biggest and most anticipated free agent signings in sports history has turned into basketball’s version of Al Capone’s vault. Just replace Geraldo with Jim Gray and a crumpled up beer can with Carlos Arroyo, and you have a match.
It has been five months since the Indecision, and I’ve been patiently waiting by the phone for ESPN to give me my hour back for watching the made-for-TV special that had as many plot twists as a Chuck Norris and Christie Brinkley infomercial. The only difference between the two is that the former caused slightly more pain and burning in my stomach. You remember it, don’t you? The King and the nebbish sitting across from each other in director’s chairs. But this plot was enough to make Cecil B. Demille smash his megaphone against the wall.