The situation around a certain #6 who plays for the team that just got blown out in the NBA Finals is about 300 times less all-consuming than it was four years ago, when "The Decision" burnt its way into Cleveland's psyche the same way that other creatively named gut-punches had, from Jordan to Byner to Modell and more.
LeBron officially tells MIA he won't be returning. It'll be breaking news tomorrow. He'll announce Cavs decision by end of next week.
— Joshua Teplitz (@Josh_Tep) July 3, 2014
#Cavs plane update... @JCastle29 tipped us off with a tail #, it is en route from to Ft. Lauderdale (near Miami) pic.twitter.com/vhpuLys4lv
— Mike Dyce (@mikedyce) July 6, 2014
Cleveland has replaced Miami as my frontrunner to land LeBron James...
— Chris Broussard (@Chris_Broussard) July 7, 2014
SamVox: For every fan threatening to disown the Cavaliers if the Prodigal Son returns, I humbly offer this parable: If you hate LeBron more than you love the Cavs, then you weren't much of a Cavs fan in the first place. Get off your hypocritical high horse; #6 ain't the first jackass you've rooted for in a Cleveland uniform, and he certainly won't be the last. Apologies if he doesn't fit the neat little narrative you envisioned when we originally plotted our victorious march to the promised land eleven years ago. For 50 years, we've witnessed failures, flaws and fuck-ups from incompetent ownerships and watched incomprehensibly-bad basketball, baseball and football. LeBron offers the opposite: an on-court ballet, equal parts beauty and aggression, and, most importantly, Ws tattooed on the chest of every fan at the Q. Friends, I'm not asking you to forgive LeBron. I never will. I'm only imploring you to forget about the pain of the past four seasons and enjoy the giant shitburger we'll feed to the national media when LeBron CHOOSES CLEVELAND.