Why I Stopped Hating LeBron James
I remember the Summer of 2010 quite well.
Especially July. My church puts on a huge basketball camp every summer and a church from another state always comes to help us with it, normally the Rejoice Church in Owasso, OK. I remember being at the church one day working and then several of their adult workers gathering around the church soundbooth computer with me to watch “The Decision.”
I remember my reaction to it: anger, confusion, repulsion. It was the same kind of reaction I’d have to a TV show that killed off my favorite character. I honestly didn’t care that LeBron left Cleveland. I wanted him in Chicago but not choosing us didn’t really draw the ire. No, I was mad because LeBron chose to play with Dwayne Wade, four years removed from a Finals MVP and Chris Bosh, a perennial all-star.
Then, it got worse. I was housesitting for a lady at church and happened upon the Miami Heat pep rally celebrating before the season had even started, complete with the new Big 3 all in full uniform and LeBron predicting they’d win championship after championship.
I was disgusted. When the regular season finally started three months later, I was in full “I hate LeBron” mode (not real hate, but what I call “sports hate” – just a fun way to say I don’t like them). I know I will never hate an athlete as much as I hate Tom Brady but he was becoming a sort-of NBA version.
So when Miami made the Finals every year from 2011 to 2014 I watched every second as though my life depended on it. I cheered Dallas’ victory and gloated like a child to anyone who would listen. I blamed Harden and the refs for the 2012 Miami win. I thought they were finished again in 2013 in Game 6 until that unforgettable last minute. But at least I got to enjoy immensely the Spurs getting revenge in dominating fashion the next year.
One thing was sure though: Every year he was in Miami, I wanted Lebron to go down like I wanted Shooter McGavin in Happy Gilmore to go down.
But what he did after the 2014 season undid it all. He came back. And more importantly he gave his reasons, beautifully written, for coming home to Ohio. I was blown away. By it all. By how thoughtful and honest the essay was. By the humility to forgive Dan Gilbert for all that he said after LeBron left. By the willingness to go back to an awful basketball franchise and try to win it all for the people. By the love for his home outside of basketball. By owning up to “The Decision” so we all could move on from it. Even by the inspirational Nike commercial he did with the city of Cleveland to give them an unforgettable way to celebrate his return. It was all admirable.
It was all so opposite of 2010. As many journalists have written, there is no reason to hold on to those two nights in July any longer. He cannot undo them. All he can do is move forward. And that is exactly what he’s done, with incredible life maturity. It reminds me of the way Jack and Sawyer changed on the TV show Lost, except it wasn’t scripted. It was raw and genuine.
So watching him pull Cleveland from Basketball Sheol these last three years has not bothered me at all. It was the circumstances I hated in Miami, far more than the man. I was disappointed that Cleveland won it all last year, but solely because of Mike Lytle’s article on Golden State being better than the 96 Bulls. (Hey, what can I say? I’m a bigger fan of REO than any NBA result.) But a small part of me cheered that Cleveland finally won something. It was absolutely perfect that LeBron–being born in Akron, drafted by his hometown team, having forsaken them and then having returned with contriteness and realness you rarely see in professional athletes–was the one to lead them. If you juxtapose Lebron’s “Together” Nike video with the result of Game 7 from last year’s NBA Final, it feels like a superhero movie became real life.
I have opinions on LeBron as an athlete as far as his legacy but those comments can wait for another article (or you can just look at my Twitter feed). But no matter how much I argue for or against him, none of it comes from the same extreme hatred I have for athletes like Tom Brady. What Lebron did three years ago is too special to me. It was significant way beyond sports. And as a human, more than a sports fan, I loved it. I’ll never be a Lebron fan, but I’m not a hater either. I feel like he has earned that much.
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8 thoughts on “Why I Stopped Hating LeBron James”
Agree. Also impressed at the way you worked in your disgust of Brady not once, but twice. Such bitterness.
LOL. I’m just trying to be clear that I have no issue acknowledging that I hate that guy. I don’t want people to think I think that I am not hopelessly biased against him.
Tom Brady is a fraud. Lebron James is the real deal. I wouldn’t put him in the top 5 all time, but if he wins it this year he is working his way up. The guy is good and that isn’t in dispute. The question is how good is the league today and how much do those playoff disasters from years ago matter? I’m not sure of either of those things.
I’d say Top 5 and soon enough it will be hard to keep him out of the inner circle of Bird and Magic. The metrics I use for them he has as well. The 2010 and 2011 hot potato/disappearances still are there but the last several years have been very clutch to me. Game 7 in 2013, last year’s Finals, etc.
Thanks for clarifying that “hate” doesn’t mean “hate” in the usual sense. I think I knew what you meant, but not everyone would. Interesting article. Lebron will go down top 10 of all time, if not top 5. Larry Bird is my favorite basketball player ever, and I don’t like Tom Brady, but that’s probably because I like Peyton Manning so much, and because I don’t like Bellichik or the Patriots. Have a great day, Gowdy! I was with Mike Mounts this weekend in OH and we reminisced about 22 years ago in Westerville when David Potete and I were there.
I put that disclaimer in my Facebook share but I think I’ll add it to the article in case anyone see this through a different share. I don’t want anyone to think I really hate athletes. I mean it about the way I mean, “I hate Chicago snow”.
I never really hated LeBron. And, when they lost to the Celtics in the 2010 playoffs, I knew that he was going to leave Cleveland.
He picked Miami (although, as a Blazer fan, I think that he would have been a fool if he would have chose the Heat over Portland if Oden and Roy were healthy. The Heat had nobody inside to deal with a healthy Oden. Bosh couldn’t do it. They had a budding superpower going before those two became injury-prone).
In the end, though, it was a blessing for the Cavs. They were able to replenish their team with strong lottery picks, and now they have a power team around LeBron, who I see as the second-best player ever only behind Wilt Chamberlain (I have MJ sixth behind those guys, The Big O, Bird, and Magic).
Having Jordan 6th is definitely interesting. I have to admit that if I stick with my metrics on why Larry is the greatest there is no way eventually I can deny that Lebron isn’t better as well. He’s very similar to Bird as far as impact on winning and the ability to dominate a game without scoring a bunch.
I agree about Portland. I was telling someone a few months ago about how sad it is that at different times they have had Oden, Aldridge, Lillard and Roy and never could get them all healthy or together at the same time. Oden was the most crucial loss it seems.