Best matchup since Magic and Bird in ’87
LeBron James’s return to his home state Ohio reminds me of an author who pens a promising first novel and then becomes bereft for the topic of another. Steph Curry’s rise in the Bay Area reminds me of an underdog’s tale. Only one gets a historic and happy ending.
There’s something else to LeBron’s narrative besides the search for a title; it is this obsession with perfection.
When James left Cleveland in 2010 to re-purpose said talents for South Beach, he’d already changed the Cavs’ and the NBA landscape by being of lithe size, speed, talent and personality—not just a successor to Michael Jordan but an genetically engineered giant tomato postscript to the era of The Greatest.
Created by men in white coats and grown under fluorescents to later ripen to decay in the deadly rays of the Florida sun, LeBron’s legacy would have been well-suited…
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