If I could speak to LeBron, if I had just five solid minutes with him, where he would answer any of my questions and was real with me, I think I'd ask him one thing; how do you do it?
He of course would wonder what I was referring to. He'd probably assume I was talking about playing in the NBA, the kind of time it takes to stay on top. Maybe he'd think I was talking about his freakish size and athletic ability, or maintaing the iconic image he has, but he'd be wrong. I'm really wondering how he, as a mere mortal, can function in a world that is crashing down on him. A world that hates him.
I didn't even finish watching the finals. My brother (huge LBJ fan, man lover of LBJ) turned it off. I turned my phone off because it was blowing up with texts, mocking me for rooting and wanting to believe that James not only could take over a game, but actually defy critics and raise up to Jordan status. He failed. The Heat quit. All the talk, all the brashness, the hype, the arrogance, the promises, became punch lines. The big three fell. The preseason parade was the only light show Miami would see this year.
Everyone hates him, he might as well go eat worms... And that's what he did in the finals. That's what he's done his whole career in games that mattered. All the ammo on James, from the "chosen one" tat to the decision, finally hit him. The target on his back is finally punctured with numerous holes. He can't win when it's supposed to be Bron time.
How does he live?
I cannot understand how a human can function with that much pressure on him. When you have the President chime in on your career, you know the world is watching. Imagine for a second people hating you for not playing a game the way they want you to play, People talking about you all the time... Is he really the bad guy? Is he really that bad?
Did he crack? He's only had pressure on him to be the best since he was 12. So, yeah, he cracked, but wouldn't you?
Bill Simmons has some good thoughts.