Lebron is a dick and a choker thread!!!

[Brown Warrior]

25 points in his last two games. Sweet. Seems like deja vu from last year.

Bite me, King James. I'm all the way out in L.A., in a distant northern suburb, and I'm in a pretty restaurant/bar on our residential lake, and the whole place is acting like their local team just won the championship. Screaming like mad.

Because Lebron is America's Dick.

[BernietheKid]

Video: Sweet ‘Sick Dirk’ impressions, Dwyane and LeBron
By Dan Devine

Very strong character work here, Dwyane Wade(notes) and LeBron James(notes).

Your hilarious pre-Game 5 send-up of an ailing Dirk Nowitzki(notes) definitely shows that you've spent some time getting the mannerisms and mindset of a sick 7-foot German down pat. Check out Bill Hader and Taran Killam over here.

I especially like how the Miami Heat stars let their team apparel handle the "very hot with a 102-degree fever" aspect of their impersonations. As was discussed earlier this year on an episode of the comedy podcast Jordan, Jesse, Go!, when you've got a perfect comedy outfit — like Martin Lawrence's Big Momma suit, for example, or T-shirts and hats with the word "Heat" and a picture of fire on them — a smart performer doesn't gild the lily by trying to add actual jokes. Just let the suit do the work, trust that your audience is sophisticated enough to make the connection, and the let the brain-smiles roll. It's basically the Rebus puzzle of laughing.

It's also good that Wade and James got some yukles (yuks + chuckles) in before Game 5, since there wasn't a whole lot for them to laugh about afterward. You've got to take your opportunities where you find them. In the words of the poet, "Work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt and laugh like you're making fun of a sick person who's dinging you up for 27-and-9 a night."

Original video via Stadium229, with hat-tips to BDL reader KirkSeriousFace (who really understands the importance of a great Twitter handle), Mavs Moneyball and The Basketball Jones.

Video: Sweet ‘Sick Dirk’ impressions, Dwyane and LeBron - Ball Don't Lie - NBA*Blog - Yahoo! Sports

[SoCalBrownsFan]

MeBron!!!!!!!

[Neo]

Title should be "LeBron is a dick and a choker and chokes on dick"

[Brown Warrior]

It would be such poetic justice if he ends his career without a ring. Wade's an injury waiting to happen and that team is just screwed five ways to Sunday on their cap. Maybe if they get Chris Paul and Dwight Howard?

Honestly, the NBA needs some kind of franchise tag, but I really don't think it's happening.

Grossest team since that dark, dark Lakers team with Malone, Payton, Shaq, Kobe, Jesus, and the Terminator.

[Legacy Fan]

Oh Lebron you kidder. The world needs another Shaq-fu. Can't wait for your movie and rap albums to start polluting our conscious.

At least Shaq has rings. Douche.

[BernietheKid]

LeBron James' fast-fading reputation reaches a crisis point in Game 6: Bill Livingston

Published: Saturday, June 11, 2011, 5:21 PM Updated: Saturday, June 11, 2011, 5:22 PM

By Bill Livingston, The Plain Dealer The Plain Dealer

CLEVELAND, Ohio -- The Coddled One already is "spoiling" his new fans in South Beach.

"Three bad games in seven years" was the count to which LeBron James, in a remarkable moment of self-absorption and denial, admitted in his "I spoil people" comment after he quit on the Cavaliers in Game 5 of the 2010 Boston series. Closely on its heels came the admission, "I feel bad for myself."

His self-pity must be living really large these days.

In the NBA Finals, his more talented Miami team now trails tougher and more tenacious Dallas, 3-2. James has had one entire pouty game, the fourth, in which he scored eight points. He has had a whole series of shortfalls in the clutch.

Game 4 probably stemmed from his resentment that Dwyane Wade is now the alpha force, the "closer" in tight games. James is a beta who is heading -- since even Chris Bosh has made a bigger shot, winning Game 3 with a contested jumper -- toward the lesser-known Greek letters in Miami's little fraternity of front-runners. By childishly leaving it up to the alpha player to win the game on his own, James, who went to a stacked Miami team because he thought winning a championship would be easy there, made everyone's task much harder.

But it also might have come from no deeper impulse than James' anger that Wade shouted at him in Game 3 and told him, enough with dumping the ball off to role players like Mario Chalmers; attack the rim already. No one speaks sharply to the self-styled King. His petulance and pettiness are defense mechanisms when threatened with failure.

Surely you remember former Cavs coach Mike Brown repeatedly expressing his gratitude to James "for letting me coach him," until finally Brown couldn't anymore.

The ultimate rejection came when James waved Brown back to the bench and refused to extend the last game of his Cavs' career by forcing the Celtics to make free throws in the last minute of Game 6 in 2010. The sooner the exit, the less the pressure to stay and the quicker he could leave for the land of stone crabs and teammates who could carry him.

These moments should be brought up, again and again, because they were tantamount to throwing the series. The national media who want to "move on" are trying to erase the memory of as contemptible a competitive effort as I have seen in 38 years of covering the NBA. It won't wash. The ineradicable stain remains. And it is growing in these Finals.

If the word "quit" sticks in the throats of James' many apologists, there are yet a few of them who are finally questioning his heart. I have known of whispers from NBA players to that effect ever since James' passive sixth game in another season-ender in Orlando in 2009.

In the Finals, James has been no factor in the fourth quarter of the five games. Even given his reduced role as a scorer, the disparity of his 11 total points in the fourth quarter, compared to the 52 of Dallas' top gun, Dirk Nowitzki, is simply stunning.

James also never appears in the post-game interview room without Wade alongside him. The Mavericks' grizzled veteran stars, Nowitzki and Jason Kidd, face the post-game inquisition alone, as if to show they need no emotional buttress.

Having Wade there is probably a prudent measure by the Heat. James' psychological fragility can pop up at any time, such as when he ripped his Cavs teammates for "dying down in the moment."

Another big moment arrives Sunday night in Game 6. James has more help than ever before, and he will face more of the scrutiny he invites than ever before. A season dies if the Heat players don't seize the moment. A championship fades away that was prematurely celebrated from the first day, when James, Bosh and Wade came capering through the fog machine's smoke at their introductory appearance in Miami.
Perhaps James will snap out of it. Everyone knows he is good enough to. Perhaps the Heat have only temporarily lost their way.

But in Cleveland, we have seen much of this before.

LeBron James' fast-fading reputation reaches a crisis point in Game 6: Bill Livingston | cleveland.com

[BernietheKid]

NBA Finals: Fascination with LeBron James has reached meteoric heights

Mike WiseColumnist
Crazy, no, how something about the possibility of the most famous athletes in the world having their ascent halted, literally pile-driven back to earth, titillates us like few things in society?

LeBron walking into the arena on Thursday night was the first time in 13 years that I felt the same kind of buzz surrounding a Finals game in which questions surrounding the visiting star’s superiority overshadowed the magnitude of two teams vying for the upper hand in a wild series. In 1998, the same frenzied masses came to Utah-Chicago, Game 6, to see whether Michael was done and the John Stockton and Karl Malone duo could be king.

James is the franchise player who told his hometown team it wasn’t good enough for him. Tired of being the sole provider in Cleveland, he bolted for the pack in Miami, safely guarded by other big dogs who could take up for him any night of a grueling season.

Look more closely and it begins to make sense.

See, LeBron doesn’t have “Alpha Male” tattooed on his torso. He has “Chosen 1” across his back and “Gifted Child” on his chest, his way of telling himself he was, and is, a special boy.

He constantly needs to remind himself of his stature, to the point of turning off teammates and would-be teammates.

For example, a player recently told me LeBron had contacted him about possibly joining forces in the offseason, though he was cryptic about where he actually might play. The text began: “Yo, this is King James.”

“I was like, ‘Give me a break. You’re going to call yourself that?’ ”the player said, on condition that his name not be used.

“Do you think Michael Jordan texts people by starting with, ‘Yo, this is His Airness.’ Come on, get over yourself.”

But that’s the beauty of ’Bron, too, in a way. He actually thought that would serve as some clarion call to a player of lesser talent who would be moved to take less money and had deigned to play with, yes, the great and omnipotent King James, ruler of all offseason NBA business.

Take off on him if you need to because he scowls or pouts too much to an official or tells America, “I’m taking my talents to South Beach” before his employer and fans back home in Ohio know. Fine. But I can’t judge him for any behavior that involves buying into the myth of being something greater than merely an extraordinary ballplayer.

Why do you think LeBron’s favorite teams are the Yankees and the Cowboys — why did he pull for Jordan and the Bulls as a youth and not the hard-luck Cavaliers 45 minutes from his apartment complex as a child?

Because, the thought here is, he wanted one sure thing to hold onto; he wanted to be aligned with perennial winners. He needed something to latch onto that he couldn’t get at home: Trust. Safety. Security.

The idea that LeBron James doesn’t have to do it all himself — hoist a mother and extended family out of abject poverty, make a franchise profitable while ensuring economic prosperity for a struggling Midwestern city, take a team to the Finals by himself — is probably the most comforting thing in the world.

It’s something that two-parent, supportive households like Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant’s don’t quite understand. It’s why we’re all enraptured by one question as Game 6 — maybe LeBron’s last this season — looms.

What will the flawed star do? Can the gifted child shake his boyhood demons and rise above more LeBron Bash-a-thon the next 48 hours to take his rightful place at the top of his profession?

Or does all he can’t leave behind catch up with him on his home floor, something his most strident supporters cannot bear to watch?

Fascination with LeBron James has reached meteoric heights - The Washington Post

[Vegasdogg]

Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Fucking loser. Hahahahahahahaha!

Looks like all you took to South Beach was your ability to choke when it counts.
Bitch.

[BernietheKid]

LeBron’s failure warms Cleveland’s heart

By Dan Wetzel, Yahoo! Sports 4 hours, 15 minutes ago

CLEVELAND – From the old wooden bar at Flannery’s Pub you can look out the big front window, across Prospect Street and the East 4th parking lot, and see Quicken Loans Arena, former home office of LeBron Raymone James.

Late Sunday night, a crowd of Clevelanders gathered here to watch their onetime hero turned all-time traitor, and with each disinterested LeBron offensive possession, each failed LeBron chase down of Jason Terry(notes), each embarrassing LeBron crunch-time turnover, the prevailing emotion was simple.

Laughter.

They weren’t hating LeBron here. They were laughing at him.

LeBron started it, of course, laughing at Cleveland nearly a year ago when he took himself to a Boys and Girls Club in Connecticut of all places to announce on national television that he was taking his talents to South Beach. That South Beach has about a million nightclubs and technically no basketball arena said it all.

So on Sunday, Cleveland laughed right back.

All over Flannery’s and places like it across Ohio, they cracked oft-told jokes. (“I asked LeBron for a dollar, he gave me 75 cents back. He doesn’t have a fourth quarter.”) They showed pictures on their cell phones mocking LeBron as a quitter. Bartenders rang bells and shouted things like, “Last call for LeBron.”

They mostly reveled in the beauty of a night right out of their wildest dreams, LeBron coming up small on the biggest of stages, standing around as lesser talents on the Dallas Mavericks blocked his shortcut to a NBA title, winning the game 105-95, the series 4-2.

This was the girlfriend that dumped you getting dumped herself – only live in HD while an entire city toasted her comeuppance.

“He can’t blame the supporting cast,” Cavs fan Keith Clapacs said. “He can’t blame Mike Brown. There’s no excuses. Ball’s in your hand and you didn’t do it. It’s your elimination game, and Jason Kidd(notes) is diving on the floor for loose balls? You’re losing the hustle plays, committing turnovers?

“It’s the whole too-cool-to-care thing. He was too cool to care.”

From Miami, LeBron would later send his message to them, to the folks enjoying his failure.

“At the end of the day, all the people that was rooting on me to fail – at the end of the day they have to wake up tomorrow and have the same life that they had before they woke up today,” James said. “They have the same personal problems they had today …

“They can get a few days or a few months or whatever the case may be on being happy about not only myself, but the Miami Heat not accomplishing their goal, but they have to get back to the real world at some point.”

A sentiment to which Ryan Smith, an insulation installer from Mentor, Ohio, with a Jameson on the rocks in front of him, offered this simple response:
“[Expletive] LeBron James(notes).”


Perhaps there’s no greater example of the life of a Cleveland sports fan than watching a series not involving your team so you can root for someone to lose.

No city has lost like this one, not a single major professional sports championship since 1964, when the Browns won a pre-Super Bowl NFL title. You’d have to be in your mid-50s to remember it. Cleveland’s modern sports memories are defined in short terms, as if elaborating is just too painful: The Drive, The Fumble, The Shot, The Move and, of course, The Decision.

You want collapses? The 1997 World Series is as bad as anything the Cubs or Red Sox ever dealt with. It’s just this city doesn’t have the media poets to chronicle it like Chicago or Boston. You want the true gut punch? Their beloved Browns moved to Baltimore only to finally get their act together and win a Super Bowl.

And then there was this, LeBron James, the local kid from Akron, the one who claimed he understood your heartache, the one you defended for years, the one that was finally going to deliver sporting glory. He bails for some fair-weather sports town and an arena full of white-covered chairs with pretty people who can’t even be bothered to watch the game while it’s going on.

So, yeah, when LeBron James’ dream gets delayed, you bet you’re going to get regional schadenfreude like nothing we’ve ever seen.

Yet LeBron’s take, the same one that too often has been bandied about nationally, doesn’t begin to understand the emotions in Cleveland.

It’s too trite and small to view Cleveland as some bottomed-out, post-industrial postcard to the past. These aren’t all people trapped in awful times or terrible circumstances or living small lives in jealousy of LeBron’s big one.

There’s money here. There is success in Cleveland. There is contentment. As sure as there are poor in Miami, as sure as the VIP area of the Mansion Nightclub isn’t the full reality of South Florida, neither is some boarded-up East Cleveland warehouse the story here.

There are doctors and lawyers and entrepreneurs and financial planners and artists and teachers and dreamers and, yes, insulation installers. (“In the column can you mention the company, Pure Seal Inc.?”)

There are happy families and neighborhoods and the American Dream in full view.

There are plenty of people who don’t have any personal problems who are quite content to keep their talents in Cleveland, a place they love just the way it is.

“We get a bad rep,” said Pawel Wencel, who happily moved back from Washington, D.C., and watched the game at Flannery’s. “It’s not New York. It’s not L.A. And we don’t want it to be.”

Why New York or L.A. can never seem to get that is anyone’s guess.
The distaste for James didn’t come solely from the desperate and the depressed, and to suggest as much is to miss the entire point, to insult the entire region all over again.

The “bitter” storyline has been told so many times that fans here are as sick of it as they are LeBron. There’s been an overcorrection of late, a trend to say they are over LeBron, that they are better than to bother with him.

That’s not honest either, though. This mattered. No one should have to apologize for it.

It’s not just how LeBron left but how he operated when he was still here. He talked such a big game. He promised to end the title drought. He gave them all those endless playoff runs, all those spring nights of entertainment. He was good to them. Then he wasn’t, bailing before the proper Hollywood ending.

And for what? To stand around and watch J.J. Barea(notes) drive the lane?
Nothing angers fans like getting stood up by someone who had promised the moon.

When college football coach Lane Kiffin bolted Tennessee for USC, there was a movement to name a local sewer treatment plant after him.

It’s human nature.

With LeBron, a championship felt inevitable.

That was the destination. What was also lost was the journey.

The Cavs drew people together, city and suburb, white and black, rich and poor. They also connected family and friends. They gave reason to send a text message to someone you had drifted away from. They provided a reason to share an experience with your parents or your children or both. They offered an excuse to catch a game with a high school buddy.

And it gave all those ex-Clevelanders who had to chase their professional and personal dreams elsewhere feel that pull to these old neighborhoods, those old sunsets over the lake, those old memories of days and people back home.

At its best, that’s what professional sports can do for a place. It makes a city come together in the shared pursuit of something simple and tangible, even if, in the end, it’s not all that important. It just feels that way in the moment.

And that’s what many here feel James stole when he left. In one swift Decision, it was gone.

Downtown was marked by desolate streets, empty parking garages and half-filled bars on Sunday. The place should’ve been popping. That game in Miami should’ve been that game right here at the Q. Those fans screaming in Florida should’ve been right here in Ohio.

LeBron left, and that’s what he took with him to South Beach. And maybe that’s too much of a burden to put on guy who simply chose to take a job in another town, but that’s what comes with all the millions, with all the commercials, with all the chutzpah of calling yourself “King.”

So watching his little plan blow up, watching him have to answer for the same failures he produced across the street, watching him find out that maybe it’s him, not them, yeah, that’s a good night here.

It just is.

LeBron James had the right to leave. And Cleveland has the right to laugh.

LeBron's failure warms Cleveland's heart - NBA - Yahoo! Sports

[BernietheKid]

[SoCalBrownsFan]

Great post Bernie.......



Too bad loser Mebron.............HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!