A text from my co-best man helped me see the light.
It was like a big Louisville Slugger inscribed with, “Turn off the take-ometers when LeBron is playing, man!”
That wasn’t his intention, I’m sure, but it’s how it worked out.
I was sitting there another night worrying how his latest great performance would affect my arguments about his place on the all-time greats list and my guy is pointing out how much fun it looks like they were having in Cleveland watching him ball.
What is wrong with me?
I’m not going to change my mind, and neither is anyone else.
And yet that has no bearing on what is actually happening, whether great, greater or greatest, either.
(It’s definitely one of the three.)
So while I still resent the people who insist on making every moment about who is the GOAT, I also have to remember I have the power to, you know, ignore them and just have fun watching him.
(I do have updated thoughts on the LeBron-Jordan debate, but I’m saving them until after the NBA Finals.)
There’s a good reason I went out of my way to make sure I saw LeBron best Brookhaven at the Schott in a regular season game shortly after I failed to convince anyone to make a road trip to Cleveland to see Michael Jordan’s Wizards.
I never got to see MJ in person, but I did see LeBron in high school, so that’s something. I felt then I would be glad I could tell people that, and I was right.
It was an awesome experience, as is watching him now — and soaking that in is more important than arguing with strangers on the internet, no matter how little perspective they apparently have.
Though I haven’t quite broken myself of that habit, I am getting closer.
And after Cleveland’s win in Boston on Sunday night, I’ve got another chance to bite my tongue, sheath the twitter fingers and just enjoy the show. A vote for living in the moment and not the memes