You know what I like most about LeBron James? He plays basketball like all of us play basketball ... in our dreams.Posted by dan at March 4, 2009 11:03 AMIt's like the heroic stuff we mere mortals — and by that I mean everyone in the basketball food chain from Damon Jones on down — sit around only dreaming of being able to do. Well, LeBron actually does it.
Repeatedly. Routinely. Time after time.
You know, it's like you're watching the Miami game Monday night, and crunch time arrives — not just crunch time, but the crunchiest moment in crunch time — and LeBron is dribbling around the top of the key, and you say to yourself:
"Well, he needs to power drive to the hoop here and at least draw a foul or something ..."
So, of course, LeBron then power drives to the hoop, elevates over the moon over Miami, and throws down the most earth-shaking, game-breaking, De-Wade-flating, Heat-baking, Celtics-baiting, Kobe-quaking, pancaking, scintillating, bombasticating, ain't-no-imitating, in-your-face-no-matter-which-way-you're-facing thunder dunk, delivered with such force that it takes the breath away of an entire generation.
And you say to yourself, "Yeah, that'll do."
Good grief. What did we do to deserve this?
It's almost like fate has said to Cleveland sports fans, "OK, you're going to go more than 40 years without a championship, but then you're going to get a player you won't fricking believe."