So... I really never liked LeBron James. Now I should add a quick caveat, I would not have hated him playing for the Knicks. Really, anything that makes the Knicks relevant again cannot be a bad thing. And I have moderately high hopes that the team we are in the process of building will turn into an eight seed at least (perhaps a first round meeting with Miami...?) I am satisfied.
As for the man of the hour... I think I like him a little more than I used to. This may seem highly odd, considering the vitriol flying around this morning about his decision that I have been soaking up for the last half hour and the fact that a man I dislike signed with a team I dislike, you'd think it would be my natural reaction to pile on him. But I just can't.
I've played lots of basketball in my life, mostly at my local park. And this questionable choice to most suddenly appears to be a sensible decision to me. Forget for a moment that LeBron James, to quote a bit from one of my favorite tv shows, has the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone, and that he manipulated the media and the fans for almost an entire year leading up to this decision. Everyone is assuming he went to Miami to form a superteam, to win a handful of rings and enjoy the relaxed tax laws. I'm sure all of these contributed. But at the heart of this decision, a decision that broke the hearts of so many of my friends and the entire state of Ohio, I can't help but see the obvious. He's just a guy who wants to play with his friends. And I just can't hate him for that.