Why I bear witness to Lebron, all the way from Scotland.
April 21, 2008
Lebron James has made me look like a right tool. I have spent real, live money on a Lebron charity wrist band, Lebron basketball shoes and a Lebron basketball jersey. Imagine the farcical nature of a little idiot rolling around Glasgow, Scotland, dressed from head to toe in Lebron garb. I’m cruising for a bruising , or at the very least, cruising for a reality check. There is a third thing it looks like I’m cruising for when I wear this gear.
To be fair , the very concept of wearing a basketball top in Scotland is so abhorrent that the only use it serves me is a constant reminder of more careful spending every time I open my cupboard and grimace at the very sight of the shirt. I could wear it when I play basketball, but unfortunately the closest I get to dribbling involves me waking up with a sticky side of my face.
So what made me spend money on the shirt”? It’s the fact I completely buy into the Lebron phenomenon. When I first learned of LJ, my basketball knowledge was at an even more infantile state than it is at present. He served as the perfect person to latch onto, the regularity of his prescence in conversation meant that Lebron was the perfect person to have a couple of nuggets of information about so I could sound knowledgeable.
The second reason arose from watching ESPN classic. The more I watched Michael Jordan, the more I wished I was around to watch it at the time. The marketing of Lebron is clearly placing Lebron as the new MJ so simply, I wanted to be part of MJ, I couldn’t, so I manifest that wish through LJ.
Thirdly, when Cleveland are watched while part of a group, there is no need to keep up a pretence of knowing about basketball. It’s just the Lebron show. I’ve learnt a couple of stock comments about Daniel Gibson to throw in but apart from that I’m a blank canvas, only open to discussing the nature of how Cleveleand hold Lebron back, or how good he looks due to the rag-tag bunch assembled around him.
Lebron, conveniently enough, has the perfect sports story. He triumphed except out of the adversity of a background of drink, drugs and guns. It is a story that is not only the perfect tale of an athlete, but also one I find I can identify with, except for the drink, guns and drugs. And the triumph.
A lot of people in Scotland hate basketball, they find it an unnecessary complication of their late night viewing of channel 5 a rude deviation from the boobs that used to be on at that time. So I often enjoy finding myself, somebody who basically enjoys the game because it’s fast and different, trying to defend the intricacies of the sport to the “lehman”. An expert like me can get frustrated by such ignorance, as I stand, the last bastion of Basketball. But a simple end to the argument is usually presented by “Dude, look up Lebron on youtube.” That shuts them up.
The final reason I love Lebron is that he’s not infallible to stupidity. The Vogue cover where he is recreating the cover of King Kong Gisele Bunchen, single handedly, pretty much, set racial relations back about 25 years. Anybody who doubts that need imagine if it was Gisele’s beau Tom Brady on the cover, and ponder whether he would be asked to pose in the same fashion. People need heroes who slip up in the public eye, where would Brett Favre be without drug addiction, where would Lance Armstrong be without a fling with an Olsen twin, where would Ray Lewis be without the whole murder thing. Exactly.
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