Move over, LeBron. You are not the best basketball player in the world. Kevin Durant is.
Ask anyone reading this or anyone who understands the basics of basketball one simple question: If the world championship was on the line and you had to choose one player to take a last second shot to win that title, who would you choose, KD or Bron?
Everyone would say Durant. You know it, too. He's not a better shooter than you. He's a much better shooter than you. More importantly, he's a much better shooter in the clutch.
You seem like a nice guy at times, Bron. But we all know you made a dastardly selfish move by concocting a "championship team--not five, not six, not seven"--when you announced that you "decided to take your talents to South Beach."
I suspect those talents you're referring to included more than basketball skills. I suspect you had in mind your talent for dazzling gorgeous South Beach women. The Decision was not all about basketball and winning championships. It was about improving and embellishing your already full social life. I could be wrong--but I doubt it. Charles Barkley agrees with me, I bet, and that must really hurt.
Who am I to begrudge you wanting to enjoy your life, take in the beautiful South Beach offerings, and join with DWade and Bosh with the idea that you could snatch more NBA championships faster than had you stayed in Cleveland? Who am I to care what you do with your life? I don't even know you and probably never will. I'm a basketball fan and appreciate your talents. But I think, frankly, you were born with them. The fact that you have a tattoo with the words "The Chosen One" inscribed is a little much for me, though, I have to admit. Somewhere along the line you got loaded with yourself. We are all Chosen Ones in the eyes of God; not just talented basketball players; not just you.
In fact, this idea that you have been chosen to be the next great basketball player is presumptuous, cocky and self-involved. It's really distasteful to those of us not born with your skills.
You are a rich man, Bron. I hear you are generous. Good for you. But I wonder about you and why you went to Miami. You probably had no idea how big the backlash would be. But colossal self-centeredness really turns people off when you do it on a scale that you did and predict you will win championships before you have won any.
It's hard to root for you, Bron. I don't hate you. But I don't want you to win a championship and I never will. I root for other types of people who I'm less suspicious of, who seem more genuine and less caught up in how great they think they are. I'm thinking about a guy who plays for the Oklahoma City Thunder. You've probably been hearing about him lately.
Man, can he shoot. Better than you. Afraid so. It's not even close.
When it comes to winning games, he's my guy. When it comes to being cool, he's my guy. When it comes to my chosen one, he's my guy.