Thursday night, I rushed home from softball with just one thing on my mind. Where, oh where, will King James call home come Halloween?
I rushed in the door to see LeBron sitting with Jim Gray, ready to share his costume choice , “THE DECISION,” if you will .. the one he believes will deliver him to his rightful throne.
No more fourth quarter dribbles off the knee in the clutch. No more missed free throws. Oh LeBron, how great this will be. Jim Gray is asking a lot of questions. He’s really building the drama. This is great.
But, then it happened. No matter how hard I tried to keep my attention, my brain waves, focused on LeBron and Jim Gray … I simply could not.
My mind started wandering to a farm in Mississippi. I couldn’t help myself … what is this doing to him? There’s no way that he can sit idly by and let someone act as ring master of the hype circus.
I tried to listen to my mind as it called for calm. Brett Favre must have an answer to this. National interest cannot be allowed to wander to LeBron James. And, if it has … how does he get it back.
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He must know that LeBron is most certainly an amateur. Free agency had just begun. A true American hero would’ve waited several weeks, marooned ESPN reporters at the various locations until leaves were beginning to fall from the trees.
And, the nerve of this king in waiting … has he ever heard of NFL Training Camp? The weeks leading up to its start are owned by one Brett Favre. I’m left to feel cheated, in that even for a couple of days I wasn’t updated on every detail about the health of the mighty 40-year-old legend.
Oh LeBron, you have much to learn. When your yearly quest to garner that ring comes to an end, is your misfortune able to engender endless national hand-wringing which eventually leads to NBA rule changes? Hardly.
NFL overtimes will never be the same because honest hard-working Americans were cheated out of Brett Favre’s classic overtime, championship game-winning drive by a rule no less, that denied Brett Favre the football he practically invented. Never mind that he threw the game away with his chuck across his body at the end of regulation. Never mind, I said!
LBJ … BFF (Brett Favre Forever) is probably texting a tip of the cap to you for the effort. I mean his handlers to yours. Rarely has anyone come along with even a hint of the ability to cut into Brett’s Brett time, which by the way is whenever he wants it. And, don’t hand me that Rex Ryan nonsense.
So, LeBron you might get called out to the farm to share a cold one. And, to get a polite warning … the Heat in July is too hot for you, youngster.
Just nine weeks until he returns to New Orleans for the season opener. No, not the winner, silly … the other guy. Will you please get with the program?
Posted by Matt Bender 
