If God would put together the skills and body type to create
a complete basketball player, he would have certainly made Lebron James his
prototype.
Lebron James is a supremely gifted athlete. He is 6’8” tall, 280 pounds, runs so fast and
jumps so high that he can block a dunk attempt with his face. He can score every which way possible and has
extraordinary court vision that he sees plays unfold before they actually
happen. He is the equivalent of a
basketball genius.
But alas, genius doesn’t win championships. Heart will.
Miami lost to Boston on their home court. Now they trail 2-3 heading to hostile Celtics
territory for Game 6. If they lose, they
go home to disappointment, with a chorus of boos that would last until next
post-season when they have another chance to redeem themselves. If they win, they have a game 7 where James
can still yet claim the big game player that he was long touted to be.
The pressure that has been placed on the broad shoulder of
Lebron is simply too heavy for one man to carry. He was expected to dominate not only in the
regular season where he is now adjudged a 3-time MVP, but more so in the
post-season where his extraordinary gifts should elevate him to immortality,
like Jordan, Bird, Magic and Kobe did several times in their respective NBA
careers.
Though James scored 30 points in Game 6, he was far from
dominant in the fourth quarter when the game was tough and close. It was Dwyane Wade, the supposed lesser half
of Miami’s dynamic duo, who played with desperation – blocking shots, diving
for loose balls and demanding the ball; all these while James waited for his
chance to look pretty.
James has once again fallen victim to his own pride. He was already being compared to the all-time
greats even when he was in high school. Unfortunately,
he correlated this adulation to greatness even before he could accomplish anything
significant. He called himself the “King”
without conquering anything. He tattooed
his body with “The Chosen One” even before he can actually separate himself from
his peers. Now, he is left alone, high and mighty yet unproven, where he placed
himself to be.
In olden times when Kings became Kings not because of
lineage, they first fought and conquered.
If James wants to win, then he better go down his throne and mix it up
with mere mortals because that’s the only time he can make his own legend. He must not believe the hype drummed up for
him because unless he wins a championship, he would still be considered a
loser. That’s how high expectations are
for him and his gifts.
I hope it’s not too late.
I hope Lebron can summon his fighting heart to do what must be done in
the clutch, where it matters most. I
used to be a Lebron basher because of his arrogance, but now that he seemed to
have been genuinely humbled I now want him to succeed, to be an example how one
man can redeem himself despite a great fall.
I want the aging Celtics to win to prove to the world that
experience can win it over youth and athleticism. But I don’t mind seeing Lebron win it for the
Heat. I want him to play with the fire
of Wade. Physically, there is no limit
to what James can do. Unfortunately, it
is only the heart that can push James’ body to unleash its full potential. The world waits. And that’s an unfair pressure on a single
person’s shoulder. As they say, to whom
much is given, much is expected.
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