LeBron James
A lot of my media life lately has been about listening to The Cool Kids and rap classics. And I’ve been banging Wilco like crazy. What’s not been going on is TV-oriented news. See, there’s been an internal screenplay deadline poppin’ over the past few days, alongside a spot of travel.
I’ve not been following the whole LeBron James saga a whole lot. Still, it’s clearly a stupendous story. NBA hoops as worldwide power shift. Miami gave LeBron, Dwayne Wade and Chris Bosh the keys to the ride. And that’s all young powerful niggas want: The opportunity to drive.
Pro athletes can be annoyingly arrogant, let’s not forget that. I spent a very overheated Saturday in and around the Summer League hoops in Vegas, as part of a a multi-media project that I’m producing. The up-and-coming baller we were supposed to document dropped out at the last minute. (The less said about this, the better; I’m still hella pissed.) This meant I had to introduce myself to 30 or so players, agents, friends and/or family members. Let’s put it this way: Ballers have help in getting their way. Everybody wants to ride a potential gravy train.
It was alarming, the culture of fealty that surrounds our young jocks. A lot these bucks ain’t done shit, yet they got the hubris of an old pro. I was reminded of my time at ESPN. Then I felt better to not be in the thick of that right now. I’d rather work on movies.
Unrelated (but not really) news: At Wyatt’s ninth birthday party, this annoying dickhead beat me at basketball for the first time. He better savor that fluke-ass shit, because it will be a long while before he scores another win off of me.