And the sooner the Bulls show him the floor at United Center, the better.
Yeah, okay, I know, he’s the “best that’s ever been,” at least in his own mind—although without a championship ring to prove it, his talk is just talk—but isn’t there anybody else in this league who’s getting tired of this little jerk and his on-the-court antics? It was bad enough when he was dancing on the sidelines taunting the Bulls from his OWN bench and no one did a thing about it; now, he’s doing it openly on the court, in the course of a game, and no one’s STILL doing anything about it.
No one. That includes his coach, who clearly cannot handle this kid. That includes the officials, who don’t have the testosterone to get in his face and tell him, “Enough’s enough.” In the NFL, you can’t get away with what this punk gets away with on the floor. You get a penalty for it. You lose yardage. Heck, in college football now, they’re even talking about taking away points for celebration penalties.
So why has NO ONE done ANYTHING about this classless kid and his classless act?
When LeBron entered the league, he was amazing, and he seemed to have a pretty good attitude to go with it. Sure, he had an ego—you can’t get to professional ball without having a strong sense of your own ability. But, unfortunately, unlike many other talented players—Michael comes immediately to mind—this kid has proven that while he’s still an amazing athlete, he can’t handle fame. It’s gone completely to his head. And it’s time someone got in his face and told him so.
Can you see a Bulls team with Michael and Scottie putting up with this nonsense?
Can you see Phil Jackson not allowing his team to put this jerk in his place?
Can you see the officials, the NBA, and all the sports hoses’ reaction if a BULL tried to pull this crap?
Joakim Noah makes a couple of offhanded remarks about Cleveland, and he’s a villain.
Brad Miller delivers a hard foul to someone who probably clobbered him all night long, and he’s a “dirty player.”
Kirk Hinrich gets tossed into the stands by Rajan Rondo, and it’s somehow HIS fault.
And Derrick Rose, the Rookie of the Year and an All-Star, can’t go to the basket without at least one defender hacking him across the arm, shoving him under the basket, or tossing him onto the floor…yet somehow never shows up at the free-throw line.
No, being good at basketball skills doesn’t give you the right to taunt. (Maybe your mother didn’t teach you manners, LeBron, but the rest of us know this.) Nor does it give you the right to get away with goaltending and other repeated violations, and then yammer about how great you are to the point where you’re an embarrassment to your team and your league, with impunity.
It’s time that stopped.
I vote that we take one player—maybe a nice young upcoming star like J.J., with a little meat on his bones—and we willingly send him out there as the sacrificial lamb. The first time LBJ gets the ball, I vote we use some size and some speed to plant him on his rear end in the lane. Or beyond the free-throw line. Or, preferably, somewhere over the scorer’s table. And every time thereafter, we make sure that someone on the floor makes sure that if they have anything to say about it, he won’t attempt a shot without feeling it.
Sure, it’ll get us a technical and ejections and fines. But it’ll be worth every single foul, every single fine, and every single negative reaction the sports hoses have to it.
Pride always is. Self-respect always is. And it’s time we Bulls, our organization, and our city—not to mention our fans—got back some respect. If the league won’t give it to us, that’s fine; we can do our own dirty work. We usually have to, anyway.
Michael, Scottie, and Dennis (not to mention Stormin’ Norman) would never have put up with this punk longer than it took them to knock him down.
Neither should we.
Enough is enough.