UPDATE: A bunch of NHL players agree with me that LeBron is an embarrassment to all of professional sports (from the twitters):
• Scott Valentine, a defenseman in the Predators’ system: “Oh my god guys, Lebron has a cramp, everyone get on their feet, standing O for somehow staying in the game.”
• Jets right wing Blake Wheeler: “I wonder what kind of face LeBron would make if he took a slapper off the laces?”
• Stars defenseman Alex Goligoski: “What a gutsy performance by lebron #not.”
• Ryan Potulny, a forward in the Capitals’ system: “Lebron James is embarrassing himself and the NBA or actually all athletes.”
Holy shit. This series is a nightmare. Not only are the Heat winning, which is unbearable in and of itself, but for some reason, the sports world has decided that LeBron is now clutch-as-fuck playoff MUNNY. As such, they refuse to acknowledge egregious examples of his late-game fuck-ups. Perfect example – last night’s cramping episode. How in the world is LeBron not getting ripped to pieces for pulling himself out of the final minute of last night’s game due to cramps, the fakest and pussiest of all possible injuries?
Let’s recap the final minutes of game 4 from multiple perspectives. You know, to be fair and shit.
LeBron falls down on a drive and coughs up the ball.
LeBron homer: That was clearly the result of a terrible injury, because LeBron never screws up.
Non-retard: LeBron fell down because bumbling into the paint is his signature move.
LeBron looks up, realizes the Thunder have the ball, and stays down as the Thunder go on a break.
LeBron homer: Oh no, poor LeBron must be gravely injured!
Non-retard: What a fucking prima donna. Typical LeBron.
The Heat quickly regain possession. LeBron gets up, cherry picks, receives a pass, and scores a cheap basket.
LeBron homer: LeBron has somehow found the inner strength to battle through incredible pain in order to stand up and make a 4-foot bank shot! AMAZING!
Non-retard: Faker. Way to pick up the cheapest score ever, douchebag.
A few minutes later, after copious amounts of grimacing and limping and scowling, LeBron makes a three. Although he doesn’t appear to be limping as he’s handling the ball and going through his shooting motion, he hobbles all the way back down the court after making the shot.
LeBron homer: OH MY GOD. Better than Jordan! BETTER THAN JORDAN!
Non-retard: How convenient. Where was that limp when was handling the ball prior to the shot? What a goddamned drama queen. *Sigh*
LeBron misses a three-pointer with 1:15 left in the game. He immediately pulls himself out of a one possession game with under a minute remaining.
LeBron homer: It is a miracle LeBron has played this long through the pain. What a beast. There is no way that missed shot had anything to do with the timing of his exit. Pure coincidence. LeBron never shies away from a chance to take control in the final seconds of the game.
Non-retard: What kind of pussy superstar takes themselves out of a one score game with under a minute remaining?
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Anyone paying attention to LeBron’s career knows that not only does he fail to deliver in the clutch, he actively avoids pressure situations altogether. The moment LeBron missed the three-pointer that would have made it a 6 point game, he realized that he would almost certainly be expected to do something important at the end of the game. So he quit. Plain and simple.
Lucky for him, the oscar-worthy bullshit display he had been putting on gave him the cover he needed.
By running to the safety of the bench, LeBron completely avoided the possibility of yet another humiliating fourth quarter fuck-up. There would be no embarrassing bricks at the buzzer, no fraidy cat passes out of the final shot…BECAUSE HE WAS ON THE BENCH LEAVING THE GAME IN THE HANDS OF SUPER MARIO FUCKING CHALMERS.
If you don’t buy this interpretation, I guess you have to accept that LeBron possesses the pain threshold of a toddler and is willing to bail on his team because he is a total weakling. I have no idea how any sportwriter could possible write a piece praising LeBron’s toughness after watching last night’s clown show. I don’t know where those dickheads grew up (Candyland?), but where Bernard G. Watkins grew up (Southeast DC), kind of playing through cramps for a little while before giving up shortly thereafter isn’t tough. It’s pussy as all shit.
I’ll leave you all with some examples of actual toughness, in case you still don’t get it: