A Letter to LBJ

Dear Mr. LeBron James,

I am a sports fanatic and St. Louis native. As you know, St. Louis hasn't had a professional basketball team since 1968. Due to this lack of local interest, after MJ left the league a second time in 1998, I haven't watched much professional basketball. But thanks to Mr. Bill Simmons and his Book of Basketball, my interest was reignited and I now consider myself a fan of the NBA.

Any current NBA fan has an opinion of you whether it be a negative or positive one. Your decision last summer was one of the most polarizing moments in recent sports history, and depending on what you do the rest of your career, it could become one of the most polarizing moments in all of sports history.

As I watched you take your talents away from the only state you have ever called home, I shook my head in disappointment. This disappointment eventually morphed into distaste and soon like the rest of my friends, it had become hatred. I hated you for abandoning your home state, your teammates who adored you and stood by you - though they may not have knocked down shots for you - and for throwing away the chance to bring home a championship for a cursed sports' town.

As the 2010-2011 season began, the hatred had dulled a bit. I was more interested in seeing if the grand "hand-pick your teammates to get a championship" experiment would work. While your numbers were always very impressive, the team struggled at the beginning. You were hated everywhere you went. You were met with jeers, "Witless" signs, and mockery. You received every teams' best effort night in and night out because of your decision. You paid the price to do it your way.

And while the hate continued to be heaped on your team, I began to second-guess my original assessment of your decision. I didn't like it or the one-hour special or the "welcome party" you held in Miami. But I started to like the way you played and everything that came along with watching you on the court. The unbelievable athleticism that you displayed, the effortless drives through three defenders and finishing an and-one, the explosive blocks, and the triple doubles were all good for bringing me back to fully appreciating the NBA.

With this new appreciation came a very close following of the playoffs. I watched as your Heat dispatched the 76ers, Celtics, and Bulls with relative ease (I know I am using this term loosely because both of the previous two series' were very hard fought even though they ended in your favor 4-1). And so you reached a stage you had only been once before in your eight-year career. The Finals. And while everyone was saying it wasn't as impressive because you had Dwayne Wade on your team with you, I thought that you were the MVP of the league.

So now we come to today. While I don't like the Heat and I don't think I'm willing to say I like you, I think the amount of hate towards you and your team are a little unfair. Though you "colluded" to put you and Wade on the same team, the stars who have won rings before you usually had an incredible supporting "wing man" (Pippen, Bryant, Robinson, Garnett, Shaq to name a few). You are not the first person to have a great teammate by your side. So I have secretly hoped for 7 games instead of rooting against you and your teammates. I have hoped you would finally attain the greatness you are capable of in the Finals. I hoped to watch you take your game to a level that only you are capable of reaching.

To my slight disappointment, you have fallen flat on your face in Games 4 and 5. You have played some of the worst basketball of your career at the most inopportune time. The critics are eating you alive. Columnist are heaping shit on you every where you turn. Casual NBA fans are calling you out as a choke artist, overrated, and a disgrace to the game. Though this stage is rare to you, you are the greatest athlete in the league. You are a biological freak. If you don't have the killer Jordan mentality, so be it.

But I plead you, do not go quietly into the night. Do not let the hate get into your head for a third straight game. Do not let "them" win. Rise above it. You are back in your "home" arena (it is a far way away from your true home). You have two games to set aside all the doubts of the first eight years of your career and become the player you can be. I don't think you are Jordan or Russell or Bird or Magic. You aren't anyone else but yourself. There has never been a player in the league like you before. Become LBJ. Forget about the MJ comparisons, the "can't win a title" label, and all the people who think you were too cowardly to try to win a title on your own. Become the player you were meant to be.

An NBA Fan Looking for Greatness,

MM