King nothing

I have never hidden my distaste for LeBron James. Yes, he’s the second great basketball player in the world (behind Kobe Bryant) but he’ll never, ever be mentioned in the same breath with the other No. 23, Michael Jordan. Firstly, even before he got there, Jordan always acted like he had. He never flaunted the fact that he was the most talented player in the game, never danced on the sidelines or took fake pictures of his teammates.

What Michael Jordan did was win. Period. Six championships in eight seasons. And it could have easily been eight titles in eight seasons had he not left to go play minor league baseball (that decision still baffles me, but rumors are that he was in over his head with his gambling addiction).

And now that the top-seeded Cavaliers seem rather human, and perhaps ripe for the picking, LeBron’s mysterious elbow injury — which has its own Twitter page, apparently — is making the headlines. Not the fact that the Celtics ran Cleveland ragged on its home floor, but that a healthy LeBron wouldn’t have let that happen. Sorry, but Michael Jordan scored 38 points in an NBA finals victory with the flu. LeBron has a tender elbow and his team gets blown out?

Poor, LeBron. He won’t bring a championship back to Cleveland and he’ll leave after the season and head to “greener” pastures. That place likely will be New York, and he won’t win there, either.