Happy birthday to the first athlete I ever hated. A hatred that would soon grow into admiration, and ultimately end with respect.
I was first introduced to basketball in the late 80’s. Which, living in Detroit, was a great time to be a basketball fan. The Bad Boy Pistons were on top of the basketball world and I was ready for a long stay on top. Then this A-hole came along and ruined everything.
He was flawless. A killer. The most intense athlete this world had ever seen, and in my opinion, ever will. I watched this man’s career through the eyes of a kid. I knew nothing of his personal life so all I had to form that opinion is what I saw on the court. And what I saw…
Rings, baby. In the words of the already forgotten blow hole Lavar Ball “Nevah lost.”
There has been some talk about LeBron James being the greatest player of all time. It’s a joke.
No I’m not going to start listing a bunch of boring stats. (Like, Lebron has lost as many finals as Jordan won.) Nor am I going to rail on his connection to fans (the people in LA defaced a mural of him hours after it went up). Nor will I take a jab at his fashion sense, you can be the judge…
What I will say, is he’s not a killer. He’s soft. And will never, ever be looked on as a better player than MJ. Happy Birthday.