Your article reminds us of the many factors that make LeBron James one of the best — if not the best — NBA players of all time. He is a transcendent figure, that’s for sure — one of those rare players in any sport that even a non-fan watching can identify as simply better than everyone else out there. (I’ve seen that happen when a non-sports-oriented friend or family member happens to watch a few minutes of a game LeBron is in on TV — “Hey, that one guy is WAY better than the rest.”)
That doesn’t mean I’m not tired of him, and your article reminds us of why that might be, too. I tired of LeBron once we reached that tipping point where everything he says and does gets top attention. (Kind of like Jeter in that respect — I remember ESPN actually running a spring training story — not a crawl, a story — about how the Yankees would have to soldier on without Jeter for a game because he had a cold. Or maybe his dog was sick. Whatever.)
And no matter how deep I plumb the depths of my sympathy, I simply never, ever feel sorry for LeBron at all in any way whatsoever. He’s always whining about something, to begin with, so he never presents as sympathetic. Lately, he’s begun to demand players whose role he subsequently usurps, for example. It’s like he’s bored and setting us and them up. “I want a point guard” is almost guaranteed to be followed by LeBron playing more point guard to show he’s better than anyone else at that, too.
Anyway, maybe I’ll miss being tired of LeBron, but I doubt it. I don’t miss Jeter or Kobe or any other great player who became the story instead of part of the story.