Forgive today's shameless attempt to try to understand what happened in the NBA finals through our own personal history. We just find it strange that we've come into contact with so many of the characters from these finals in our work life (and this doesn't even include the Cavs-Mavs game we attended in Dallas in 2006 for no other reason than we were in Dallas on an assignment with a day to kill. The Cavs and LeBron blew a huge lead and lost that night. You're welcome).
We'll end the day with a look back at the 1,800 word opus we wrote for the paper back in January of 2003, when LeBron was a senior in high school. We traveled to North Carolina to see him play on Martin Luther King Day. We wrote the story back in Minneapolis between bursts of sickness that we still don't know for sure involved the flu or food poisoning (a couple of ticks in the food poisoning column: the day before the night that we became violently ill, we consumed two meals: one involving goat meat in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant and later an undercooked hamburger).
In any event, we saw LeBron more than 8 years ago. He was brash. He was talented. He was altogether self-aware and oblivious at once. He was a spectacle. And we wondered if it was all doomed to fail. Obviously LeBron, on many levels, has not failed. He is a tremendous talent. An all-time great basketball player with a nearly unrivaled skill set. And we also think the hand-wringing over the notion of "lost innocence" can be overblown. It all depends on the individual and how they handle it.
But we still can't help but wonder: Were some of the warning signs from 8 years ago on display Sunday night? When you have so much so soon ... when so much is expected of you ... how do you learn to handle adversity -- the times when your enablers can't help you, your talent isn't enough, and you have to dig deep for something else? Even if Michael Jordan wasn't cut from his high school team, as the popular myth goes, he did at least have to handle playing JV as a sophomore.
One of the quotes that didn't make the story, from LeBron: "It's real fun for me. When it stops being fun for me, I'll just go home. . . . And you all will, too." We might have busted this one out before, but again it felt apt today. If you have the inclination, have at it. If not, we'll try to be an NBA-free zone tomorrow (which does not mean everyone gets free NBA).
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Gloria James waded through dozens of media members and curiosity
seekers Monday with one simple request: She wanted to give her son
a hug.
By the time Mom made it to LeBron James - the basketball prodigy
from St. Vincent-St. Mary High in Ohio who is almost a cinch to be
the No. 1 pick in June's NBA draft - the boy wanted something much
different.