Armchair Talking Head

I’ve never particularly cared for LeBron James.  I thought he was going to be a massive bust when he was driving an H2 in high school and playing games on ESPN.  When he hit the league, got his endorsement deals, and began to use the moniker  “King  James,” that struck me as a bit pompous.

Nonetheless, the Cavs Forward has lived up to every ounce of the hype, and then some, but LeBron won me over this week when he guaranteed victory in the  Beijing games, a la Broadway Joe.  In a sports culture where athletes and team owners are more concerned with protecting their bottom line than the good of the game, hearing LeBron’s guarantee was refreshing.  Our political climate has everyone in an uproar about what is so wrong with America, and perhaps they’re right to an extent.  However, LeBron James’ promise for an American gold should remind us all of what’s so right about our country.  We’re by God America, and we are supposed to kick ass whether it’s with bombs from planes, or bombs from behind the three point arc.

Once again, in an time of American self-loathing, we can look to sports to remind us why we do, in fact, live in the greatest country on Earth.