13 May 2010 – Not my King, never my King
Some LeBron James-related scribbles:
- I first heard about LeBron James when I was living in Irvine, CA as a college student. James was in high school then, and Dan Patrick (who was still with ESPN) talked about him on his show.
- Dan Patrick enthused so much about James’ abilities on the court and correctly predicted that one day James would be drafted into the NBA straight out of high school and immediately be a superstar.
- I’ve never forgotten how Dan Patrick told his audience about the time when, as a high school senior, LeBron bought his mother a Hummer (as I recall, he paid for it with some money that Nike had paid him as part of an endorsement deal) and bought himself a radio-controlled miniature of the same vehicle.
- I’ve also never forgotten about when, before one of his high school games, he arranged to have the gym emptied so he could play with his radio-controlled Hummer on the court.
It’s probably quite obvious that my enthusiasm for LeBron James is contained. Actually, it would be more precise to say that it is non-existent.
While James is impressive as a stats producer and as a physical specimen – I think that he is like Magic Johnson, albeit a much stronger, much quicker, more agile version of the Laker great – I’m not as impressed with him as a basketball player.
“But what do you mean by that?,” you may be asking. “How can you not be impressed with him?”
Heresy, some of you might be screaming.
For all the people who say that LeBron James is now the greatest basketball player in the NBA, I’m not ready to anoint him thus. For one thing, I think that there are a few players who I would rate higher than him.
Steve Nash, I think, is better. Why? I think he improves the play of his teammates and lifts up the performance of his entire team. He’s a pure shooter, makes great decisions as a court general as befits his position as the point guard of his team, and is a defensive nightmare: He can beat you from the outside, with his ability to penetrate, and with his ability to dish to his teammate in the best position to score.
Dirk Nowitzky is arguably better. Dirk is a far better shooter, a clutch performer at the free-throw line (LeBron has never been one in truly big, must-win games to the best of my recollection). And since when have we seen a 7-footer who can score in as many ways as Dirk can, or can handle the ball as well as Dirk? The only negative thing I can say about Dirk is that he doesn’t have the killer instinct when the chips are down. He tends to wilt under ultimate pressure.
Kobe Bryant is still better than LeBron. Kobe is a better outside shooter, has a higher skill level, a better defender, and is THE guy to have in the endgame. He’s absolutely cold-blooded when the game is on the line and can still produce the goods despite so many injuries.
“Wait, wait, wait, how can you say all this?,” you might be saying. “LeBron’s stats prove you’re wrong, buddy!”
Okay, so maybe LeBron has better numbers than all three I cited here. His scoring totals for this year: All in LeBron’s favor. Rebounds? Check. Assists? He beats all but Nash. Blocks? Even there, he leads the three I nominated. Steals? Yup.
But this is where stats simply just don’t tell the story. Let’s take blocks as an example. LeBron has great numbers here, but when you watch the games, the highlights, you begin to understand why. Quick question: What percentage of those blocks were done when LeBron was guarding his own man? Okay, so some might counter-argue, LeBron’s just being a good help defender. A block is still counts as a missed shot opportunity for the opposition. I’ll grant you that, but don’t ever use the shot block statistic as a metric for good defense, especially if the bulk of those stats was accumulated in help situations when the guy with the ball seldom sees a superhuman athlete playing help defense.
(In other words, if another player had LeBron’s legs and power and height and wherewithal to swat shots, he could probably accumulate the same stats in that particular category.)
How about scoring? In my opinion, as impressive as sheer points per game is, far more important is how many key points have you produced for your team when they really need them? Cleveland looked quite scary during the regular season, winning games by huge margins more often than the other contenders in either the West or the East. How often did LeBron come up with the key baskets when the games were close? Kobe Bryant, for one, is peerless when it comes to this particular part of the game. Plus you can also argue that Kobe simply doesn’t need to score as much since he’s got a better team around him.
Then there’s the injury angle. Kobe’s performance, particularly this season, has been affected by the accumulated damage on his body, but still finds ways to lead his team (along with Pau Gasol, it has to be said) to the brink of a third straight NBA Finals appearance. LeBron’s got a sore elbow during the playoffs which suddenly just sounds like a convenient, ready-made excuse in case LeBron fails to lead the Cavaliers to the Finals.
LeBron James’ arrogance, though, is his outstanding characteristic. Even after being pushed to the brink of playoff elimination in Game 5 against the Celtics, LeBron still insists that his pathetic performance is a mere fluke. He has the gall to chastise his team’s fan base for getting on his case because he just didn’t play up to the level expected of one with his reputation. He not-so-subtly suggests that he lost because his teammates just aren’t as good as the guys wearing the other uniform. True greats don’t chastise the fans when things get tough; they don’t blame their teammates for not producing, especially when the always-honest game film shows that you simply quit playing hard and checked out way before the last second ticked away on the game clock.
So much for the fallacy that LeBron James makes his teammates better, which is what people who cite his assists-per-game numbers as proof.
The truth is, LeBron James is a fraud. King James is nothing but an emperor with no clothes. LeBron James is nothing but an arrogant, petulant, classless poster child for the unjustly entitled NBA superstar class.
LeBron James is the King of Nothing.