COMMENTARY: Good for LeBron and Cleveland
I can relate to LeBron James.
I’m old and white. I’m not worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
I stink at basketball and nobody cares where I choose to ply my trade. But, here’s what I do have in common with James: When I was in my early twenties, I left my home in the Rust Belt and headed for Miami.
He left Akron; I left Pittsburgh.
It was late January when my two buddies and I piled in a car and headed south. It was cold, gray, with periods of snow, slush, salt and cinders.
The feeling I had when I got out of the car a day and a half later, saw palm trees and felt the warm breeze made the trip worthwhile. Whatever followed would be gravy.
We spent the first two weeks going to the beach every day.
We had arrived in paradise and couldn’t believe we had wasted the first quarter of our lives living in hell.
Then we got jobs. It took about two weeks to realize that not everybody in Miami was on vacation. We left for work in the morning and when we got home around six o’clock it was dark — just like Pittsburgh.
It took us three months of that to realize that living in the Sun Belt isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
You still have to sit in rush hour traffic twice a day and work at a job you may not like.
So we went home.
Maybe, after earning a quarter of a billion dollars and winning two NBA championships, James came to the same conclusion: that there really is no place like home.
On Friday, when he made his announcement on SI.com, it was 75 degrees with 46 percent humidity in Cleveland. In Miami it was 90 degrees with 68 percent humidity. In Miami, everybody except the tourists wanted to be inside the same way everybody in Cleveland wants to be inside in February.
Good for LeBron James and good for Cleveland.
James did something that athletes are rarely smart enough to do. He made his decision based on something other than money.
When you are halfway to your first half billion dollars, you have the luxury of never having to make a decision based on money again. Very few players take advantage of that luxury.
In his statement to Sports Illustrated, James wrote, “My relationship with Northeast Ohio is bigger than basketball.” Nine out of 10 times in professional sports, the translation of that statement would be. “I went for the cash.”
I don’t get that feeling this time.
James seems to genuinely want to return to his roots.
And this is no small thing for Cleveland. And not just because it’s been 50 years since one of its major pro franchises has won a championship.
Cleveland is like so many northern cities that have been destroyed by bad government and are desperately trying to encourage natives to stay and new businesses to relocate.
This is about so much more than basketball.
LeBron James just told the world that he could live anywhere and he chose Cleveland. (Okay, maybe he actually chose Akron.)
That’s even better.
Good for Akron.
Good for Cleveland.
• So, Sidney Crosby played the entire post season with a sore wrist.
There were reports that Crosby’s inner circle was upset with the Penguins — for leaking the news early in the week that Crosby could be having surgery on his right wrist that was injured some time in March — because he didn’t want to appear to be making excuses for his un-Crosbylike performance in the playoffs.
A sore wrist explains a lot.
People who have watched him for the past nine years were stunned by the sudden loss of accuracy with his shots and his difficulty making and accepting passes.
Maybe this will nip the “Peyton Manning of the NHL” narrative in the bud. That was a ridiculous narrative to begin with since, before this season, among players with 60 or more playoff games, only Wayne Gretzky and Mario Lemieux had averaged more postseason points per game than Crosby.
• I will never ridicule or question another Pirates off-season pitcher signing again.
• There are few things more ridiculous than people in the media blaming LeBron James for the circus surrounding his decision to return to Cleveland.
That was a media circus. Not a LeBron circus.
• James’ decision may have helped the Browns by taking the spotlight off of Johnny Manziel. Johnny seems to like the spotlight.
• FYI: Dave Littlefield drafted Andrew McCutchen, Neil Walker and Tony Watson.
• While channel surfing last weekend, I stumbled upon something called Pro Footvolley on Root Sports.
It’s two person beach volleyball with a soccer ball.
No hands allowed.
It’s bad enough that the human race has descended to such depths that a sport like that would exist but, professional? On TV?