LeBron James is the best player on the best team in basketball. Of course people are going to dislike him. I dislike Bryce Harper because he’s the best player on my favorite team’s biggest rival. (And because he appears to be something of a douche.)
But some are ascribing insidious motives to those who don’t genuflect before LeBron, inferring that racism is at play. That’s as silly as it is insulting.
Then there’s the LeBron sycophants, a sad byproduct of our celebrity-worshipping culture. We’re a nation of front-runners, conditioned to love the best and forgetting the rest.
Case in point: When the Heat played in Atlanta this year the crowd was split 80-20 in favor of the ROAD team.
Yet LeBron is a victim? He should welcome the detractors — it means he’s still relevant.
And if being loved is so important to him, maybe he shouldn’t have gotten that “Chosen One” tattoo.