In Reality, LeBron James Is Sports' Biggest Villain For Desiring a Championship

There is always a villain and scoundrel within our society we disdain, whether it regards a decision or deceitfulness, despised for all the senseless wrongdoing and publicly humiliating an entire town. Every story in sports media has surrounded LeBron James, once known as the adorable hero, is now known as the scornful villain, perhaps the most hated sports figure in sports history.

With all the hostility in Cleveland, the former town in which he transformed the landscape the last seven years, won’t ever forgive or accept James for fleeing the Cleveland Cavaliers to join forces with Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh in Miami.

The truth is that he’s dislike ever since plotting his “Decision” spectacle, a one-hour reality show that exposed anger, nonsense and suddenly became the most over-hyped and narcissistic drama in the history of television. But the world anxiously glanced at the nearest television screens and gathered in the local sports bars as if they were viewing a traditionally sporting event, when it was only James announcing to the nation that he will join the stars in Miami.

The irony of the surreal transition as oppose to his announcement on airwaves is that he’s misconstrued for subjugating his extensive ego, sacrificing the favorable circumstances of emerging as the unprecedented star in Cleveland, and lastly, relinquished his admirable legacy. And you hate him.

Why?

Whenever a powerful athlete is an unselfish teammate and willing to form an efficient trio, he’s placing the magnitude of winning above global popularity and legacy. In reality, he chose what suited LeBron. He chose what benefited LeBron. He chose to leave home and shattered the hearts of fans for the welfare of winning, but of course, the Cleveland fans are bitter and believes he betrayed them all.


As badly as the divorce ended abruptly, from the rants on the local radio stations, the blatant letter that raging owner Dan Gilbert wrote, to the inane remarks publicly heard ripping LeBron of his independent choice, he wasn’t sorely distraught but ready to move on with the Heat. The amount of anger and the bitterness is almost shocking, simply for what James brought to a depressing site and accomplished in a seven-year stint as a member of the Cavs.

By leaving, he’s portrayed as a coward and traitor and won’t ever attain the claim as greatest all-time. So apparently, he’s not egotistic or concern with grabbing the spotlight as a global superstar. The most interesting thing amid all the peculiar fuss is he’s tormented with insults, all because he desires winning a championship and relish triumphs.

By all standards, he was the coveted free agent and had availability to negotiate with at least five franchises that expressed strong interest before he chose the Heat, after bringing aboard the two-most coveted free agents of the summer. It instantly refines the Heat as primary contenders in the Eastern Conference, easily forming a legitimate threat in pro basketball.

Before he joined the all-time super-team in NBA history, he ruled as the savior in a despairing town and was deeply embraced. Now, he’s suddenly the disloyal pariah in Northeast Ohio, scorned for “cowardly betrayal” and turning against hometown supporters, including a childish executive to amalgamate with productive reinforcements and contend for the gleaming hardware.

The heartbreaking mood, obviously, is felt in Cleveland, a raging town that has withstood the trauma and affliction. Ever since he developed onto the NBA stage as the “Chosen One” and top high school prospect following his departure from high school, a helpless city were reminded constantly about The Shot, The Drive, The Fumble, and now the Decision.

Or is that the “Cowardly Betrayal?” It’s almost a disgrace when disgruntled fans burn jerseys, clearly forgetting that he rose the city out of misery and adverse with all the singular exploits and represented the state as a world-class symbol in sports.

It’s almost juvenile when crude Cavs owner Gilbert was bitter, vindictive, and very unprofessional, mishandling a situation with shame and adding potential corruption within franchise free agents in the near future that may think carefully before considering signing a deal. He acknowledged that James quit on the Cavs. If so, why was he ready to re-sign him to the richer deal, worth $30 million more than the one offered to him in Miami?

What are more striking are his disturbing and infamous quotes.

“I PERSONALLY GUARANTEE THAT THE CLEVELAND CAVALIERS WILL WIN AN NBA CHAMPIONSHIP BEFORE THE SELF-TITLED FORMER ‘KING’ WINS ONE. You can take it to the bank.”

He cannot be serious…Doesn’t he realize the Heat congregated the most captivating trio in the history of the NBA? Doesn’t he realize Heat’s owner Mickey Airson and president Pat Riley has more self-control and grace? Doesn’t he realize the Heat strengthened a prolific franchise during a masterminded rebuilding mode? I’m sure he does now.

Either way, James is a fallen star, the most hated enemy in sports. Every way, he has fell from grace viewed as an egotistical and overbearing traitor and risked his leadership, legacy, and popularity for a championship. How is he overbearing or egotistic when he basically sacrificed his stardom?

That’s something to think about.

LeBron James Migrates to Paradise but Catches Heat in Angry Cleveland

When the world stared at LeBron James, during his egotistical one-hour television spectacle, he announced that he’s a redefined superstar in South Beach.

The most anticipated free agent class ended in Cleveland with much devastation and agony, with the city ending up suffering indignities greater than The Shot, The Drive and The Fumble.

Even worst, he left his native town in tears, heightening the dismay and anguish of an angry town mourning this emotional departure. Whether you like it or not, he will join forces with Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh to create the a super-team, a Batman/Robin/Superman combo, unlike any other in NBA history. Whether you like it or not, James has moved on with his future.

But ultimately, he disgusted a majority of the nation, seizing power as the biggest free-agent prize for selfishly hijacking television in an ESPN special. Ever since he divorced his fans and region as a hero, a bond became unglued, in a depressing environment thrilled and driven to embrace the former symbol of sporting aspirations in Ohio.

All year, we'll hear that he’s self-absorbed and narcissistic. Sure, he is. All year, we'll hear that he’s a traitor and an egomaniac. He’s not. If you are one of those describing him as a disloyal villain, you are wrongly dumbfounded and emotional how it all ended so agonizingly.

It’s very fascinating how the same advocates who anointed him have turned against him, calling him a villain after he spent seven years uplifting and rejuvenating a disastrous franchise in Cleveland.

Without him, the Cleveland Cavaliers wouldn’t have been recognized as a top-tier franchise in a town devoid of a major title since 1964, incompetent with all the catastrophes and failures that stained a lustful sports town.

Notice he brought prominence installing a sense of humanity at home, as he considerably tried delivering a title to a championship-driven city.


By emerging on the scene as a gifted savior in a place battered with economic troubles and without much happiness, he satisfied the heart and soul of fans with his breathtaking heroics and individual awards.

Without him, revenue wouldn’t have inflated. Without him, Cleveland wouldn’t have ever rocked. It’s nice to acknowledge that he’s responsible for the Cavs recent NBA Finals appearance, but unfortunately fell short of winning a championship. It’s nice to know that he carried the Cavs to the Eastern Conference Finals during a seven year stint, and nonetheless, is criticized for leaving Cleveland.

No, this doesn’t make him a coward. It makes him seem wise, selfless and focused on collecting rings instead of individual accolades. Now, winning a title is possible in South Beach, joining Wade and Bosh in Miami as the scariest, meanest, mightiest, biggest trio of all-time.

This is what happens whenever a player migrates to paradise, finding an estate on the shores of South Beach, not only to universally extend popularity, but win multiple titles.

He couldn’t care less about fame and ego, now a mature paragon concern of persevering triumph without asking for the sizable dollars. It’s amazing how the cynics who worshipped James as “The Chosen One” are instantly skeptical of him winning with the Heat for bailing out on what they believed was unfinished business.

At this point, Cleveland is a town filled with anger and disappointed with his self-empowering television announcement, but even more so, enraged by his next residential spot, and feels betrayed and hoodwinked by his independent decision.

The moods of fans will expose mixed emotions in any city other than Miami, either feeling bitterly abandoned, either dwelling on signs of arrogance and ego, or either having a friendly motive after he chose the Heat.

Either way, that is, there’s a backlash in a depressing setting for which fans will have grudges and collectively insult their former savior, ridiculing him for his surreal transition, one of the toughest choices that suits James in the future.

There are still disheartening fans in aftermath of burning his No. 23 jerseys in the street as way to release anger and jettison his merchandise, furious about his commitment of loyalty and bailing out on his home town crowd, to chase his first championship.

He needed a change of scenery, obviously sacrificing his legacy and ego by dangerously putting his reputation on the line to contend for a championship and place higher expectations in Miami. Why express sinister resentment without thanking him? Why burn his No. 23 jerseys without hanging the attire as memorabilia?

It’s a real shame the entire city has denounced and abnormally dismissed James of winning a championship, all because he was driven and decided to move on. Most of all, this is a free country, which means he never owed Cleveland notice in advance or a hint of his next location, or another seven years of his career in one town.

To put it simply, he owed the city nothing. If he meant that much to a town, they’d have cheered him wherever he landed, regardless of the egotistical mannerisms of his decision. It’s a city that will bitterly despise James every time he emerges from the visitor’s tunnel in Cleveland, instead of welcoming the star forward with a standing ovation.

This is how the population repays James? No gratitude? No warm receptions? No good luck wishes? No credit?

WOW! Whatever the people of Cleveland believe, he’s apparently not concerned with the pursuit of his popularity, and he’s obviously not concerned with elevating his ego, and he’s certainly not leaving his hometown for financial principles, but respectively for potential attainments.

In fairness, he wasn’t about money by accepting $30 million less in Miami, knowing that he could have asked for more and earned a larger amount in Cleveland, but he refused to settle for money. Across the world, he’s scorned for nationally making a public scene and placing a burden on Cleveland.

From the world’s most adorable athlete to the world’s most disliked, he’s blamed for downsizing jobs and deflating the profit in his hometown and turning his back on them.

But he never turned his back on them. Unlike the typical player, he followed his instincts and went on an organization that suited his opportunities of winning.

But there’s nothing more shocking or shameless than Cavs majority owner Dan Gilbert, who angrily ripped the former star, forgetting that he revived a futile organization as the virtuous leader and brought much joy to a murky region.

What a shame it really is hearing an owner unprofessionally and harshly bash his former star. It was an outlandish message rarely seen from an executive who normally handles situations with positive character.

“As you now know, our former hero, who grew up in the very region that he deserted this evening, is no longer a Cleveland Cavalier,” he wrote in a letter. “This was announced with a several-day, narcissistic, self-promotional build-up culminating with a national TV special of his ‘decision’ unlike anything ever ‘witnessed’ in the history of sports probably the history of entertainment. Clearly, this is bitterly disappointing to all of us. The good news is that the ownership team and the rest of the hard-working, loyal, and driven staff over here at your hometown Cavaliers have not betrayed you nor NEVER will betray you.”

He continued…

“I PERSONALLY GUARANTEE THAT THE CLEVELAND CAVALIERS WILL WIN AN NBA CHAMPIONSHIP BEFORE THE SELF-TITLED FORMER ‘KING’ WINS ONE,” Gilbert wrote. “You can take it to the bank.”

Seriously…how does he figure that? There’s a super-team built in Miami, an unprecedented trio in NBA history with the Three Amigos generating a tropical storm in South Beach.


By migrating to Miami, James assembled the most captivating scene all of us have our eyes set on, willing to join Wade and Bosh for the welfare of tasting his first title.

He could win five titles with this supersized unit. It takes reinforcements and reliable tandems or trios to win these days. Never has one superstar done it alone or dominated without contributions. For instance, Kobe Bryant needed Shaquille O’Neal, Tim Duncan needed David Robinson, Magic Johnson needed Kareem Abdul Jabber, Larry Bird needed Robert Parish and Kevin McHale, and the greatest of all-time Michael Jordan needed, ahem, Scottie Pippen and Steve Kerr.

And now, LeBron needs Wade and Bosh.

The Heat fans are pleased to welcome LeBron and are hopeful the lowly franchise will win more than 47 games next season by possibly winning 75 games, shattering the record for the most wins in a season.

If you are wondering how Miami pulled off the most historic trio and landed LeBron, it was the cleverness of Pat Riley, who has assembled productive cores as an executive in the front office. He’s wiser than ever, smarter than ever, and he’s even a smooth persuader of luring superstars to join and establish a cohesive and efficient core.

And LeBron followed the stars to South Beach. It was known as Wade Country, but now it’s known as Three Amigo Country. There’s a party at the beach, as people are enraged and weeping over their loss in Cleveland. Pretty soon, they’ll be somber and stick a pacifier in their mouths, while Miami will cheer loudly and appreciate King James.

After Dreary Letdown, LeBron James Must Relocate To a New Address

Ever seen a crowd in a petrified town nervous about the status of a gifted athlete, dignified for rejuvenating an insubstantial franchise in his hometown?

The enthusiastic fans are suddenly glancing at reality, with the possibility of LeBron James departing Ohio and signing his signature with a rebuilding team in a high-market city this summer in free agency.

A day doesn’t pass without speculation of James' future within an association of big-name superstars and traditional franchises having the upper advantage because of depth, size, heart, and experience.

The mental state of presumably a devastating ending for James’ regime in Cleveland dooms a beleaguered and embarrassed sports town after a long-lasting calamity absorbs a curse.

When an athlete brainwashes us with Nike ads and puppet commercials and is named NBA’s Most Valuable Player back-to-back, it creates an ego and elevates fame, including an uncertain legacy. Ever since he bypassed college hoops for the pros, he was pampered by his hometown and given the nickname "King”.

He has become the global icon and the worldwide figure, admired for his popularity and creativity in a game he has emerged as the biggest event. His enthralling dunks and distributions of making his teammates more effective symbolizes all things the league advertises.

All of which he’s worshipped more than the average athlete, and has even solidified fame by winning individual awards, but is still devoid of a championship, faltering in critical games and relinquishing at the worst possible time.

So now, the worried people in Cleveland are holding their collective breaths, uneasy and concerned about James’ future.


Suddenly, the global superstar of the Cleveland Cavaliers has become the biggest curiosity in sports. And to think we debated, with much conviction on his next destination, it’s unpredictable where he’ll land come July 1.

Any team can bid, but only a few seem sensible and worth negotiating with. To name a few: Maybe he’ll sign with the Knicks, Heat, Bulls, or even the hapless Nets and be a part of the rebuilding project.

That way he’ll be doing his good friend Jay-Z a favor by representing New Jersey and rejuvenating a franchise once again, even though that would be stepping backwards.

Sometimes we need a change of scenery and he definitely is ready for a change to reduce heart breakers, after falling short each year in the postseason. Once again, his facial expression revealed disappointment and disgust, but this time he hugged and congratulated the Celtics when the buzzer sounded.

He walked towards the tunnel and tossed his headband into the stands, a moment when the world pondered and admittedly were convinced that his future with the Cavs ended.

If there are believers who thinks he’ll leave, Boston fans are among many believing he’ll not return next season. Late in the fourth quarter as time dwindled, the crowd chanted “New York Knicks! New York Knicks!”

It’s only common to believe that James won’t re-sign with the Cavs this summer after an agonizing ending left him distraught in one of the biggest collapses, adding to the nightmarish droughts and deterioration in a town with downcast moments. That was The Shot, The Drive, The Fumble, and The Choke—and now the LeChoke.

Unfair as it seems to point the fingers at LeBron, the fingers must point directly at Mike Brown, whose coaching philosophy descended and failed emphasizing enough energy or urgency this postseason.

He’s definitely a name on the hot seat this offseason. But a week ago, his job security seemed unharmed when the Cavs had a commanding 2-1 lead in the best-of-seven series against Boston. Aside from the temporary destruction of Boston, Cleveland dropped three consecutive games by a combined 51 points and abolished in a 94-85 elimination loss in Game Six to the Boston Celtics.

James, who scored 22 points on 36.8 percent shooting, walked out of the interview room reflecting back on a lousy, dreary performance.

From his unpleasant facial expressions, he revealed a furious stare and appeared burnt out of the meltdowns, willing to call it a career with the Cavs and try to surmount to triumph elsewhere. He exposed his own weaknesses when he attempted ill-advised jump shots and missed, but in the series he was forced to take outside and midrange jumpers as the Celtics shut down and trapped the interior with a deeper defensive mindset.

Pathetically, James' squad was horrible defensive-wise and never had an answer for a speedy Rajon Rondo, who harassed the Cavs and dictated the flow fundamentally. Forty-eight days away of becoming a free agent, his availability is valuable to numerous franchises.

He fittingly would be a good addition in Chicago, where he’ll be surrounded with a flowering supporting cast and the talent of Derrick Rose and Joakim Noah.

He could even unite with Dwyane Wade and build a forceful nucleus in South Beach. Or magnetize the business lifestyle and urban cities of New York, becoming the biggest attraction on Broadway and titillate Madison Square Garden.

Better, the Knicks fans have falling in love with James each time he stepped onto the hardwood in the world’s most prestigious venue. Previously, he has awed the fans with his mesmerizing spectacles, while the fans implored that James sign when he’s available. Each time, he was welcomed with warm receptions, and endeared for his spectacular display.

Wherever James ends up, he’ll have to come with urgency and determination unlike his lackluster performance of late.

He rarely commits turnovers, but turned it over nine times for his reckless and mindless muffs with the ball, at times overly dribbling or making risky passes in traffic and near white jerseys. But more staggering was that he carelessly quit on his team and his native town.

He mentally stopped playing and hustling, an uncharacteristic result and relied on his shaky supporting cast instead of demanding the ball and seizing the spotlight in a pivotal game. And it cost the Cavs. Maybe he was really injured after all, feeling the soreness in his damaged elbow.

In Cleveland, the fans are mourning and moistened by the agonizing defeat to Boston.

So, does he leave?

“I’m going to approach this summer with the right mindset,” James said. “With me and my team, we’re going to figure out what’s the best possibility for me. I love the city of Cleveland of course—the city and the fans. It was a disappointing season to say the least, but at the same time we had a great time together. So we’ll see what happens.”

He missed 13 of his 21 field-goal attempts and almost made it a quadruple-double with nine turnovers. As for his legacy, James will solidify his reputation by leaving Cleveland.

There’s many with suspicion as to whether the elbow injury softened his capabilities of playing with energy and toughness in which he wasn’t nearly imposing, but instead left the world in a mystery.

The collapse may force a distraught owner Dan Gilbert to fire Brown and dismiss general manager Danny Ferry. In the offseason, the Cavs will probably upgrade its roster. But for now, the entire town is crestfallen and James may depart in an unhappy ending and leave a city in dismay.

Farewell to the King.

He’s leaving for good.