Truth be told, I never wanted to be here. This bandwagon wasn't by preferred mode of transportation. At some point during the season all the ass patting and ego stroking of all things Warriors became rather insufferable. However, as the rest of the cars began to unceremoniously leave the party early I was faced with a decision. Either jump in Steph Curry's hatchback or get stuck hitching a lift with an unbearably passive aggressive grown man whose off the court decisions resemble that of an angsty teen. I had no choice but to front-run, because I would have gone insane riding shotgun with LeBron James.
Unfortunately, that decision isn't looking so hot either. Not because the Warriors have dropped 3 of the last 4 and are on the ass end of every single ounce of momentum heading home for Game 7, but because they look like they are falling apart at the seams as they do. The one thing that made rooting for the Warriors fun was that it was essentially just the equivalent of rooting for greatness, but there's only been one transcendent presence in this series and let's just say he's not the one that capped off a night full of moping and complaining with a mouthguard toss for the ages...
He's not the one with the coach that spent the postgame whining about the officiating (granted in a smart, calculated way) during a game that was over in the first quarter...
He's not the one with the potentially premenstrual wife who thinks her significant other can't possibly lose unless there is a corresponding conspiracy attached...
Last night was a goddamn circus, and the ringleader was the unanimous MVP. If we are going to hold LeBron responsible when the Cavaliers locker room resembles a gossipy group of high school girls then we are damn sure going to hold the player who many (myself included) considered to be the best in the league responsible when his team comes out flatter than a prepubescent 7th grader and proceeds to point fingers when the final score reflects that. The Warriors - led by their leading scorer and certified ball bruiser - have taken to acting like they are entitled to the championship that's being handed out Sunday night, and in many ways that's worse than listening to LeBron lie about which movies he's watched for no reason whatsoever. Am I still rooting for the Warriors to win? Yes. Would I have a problem with a player - who has strung together two of the greatest performances in NBA Finals history - leading his team back from the brink of elimination to win a title? No. Well, not until he had a microphone in front of him anyway. If only it were easier to seperate LeBron James the player and LeBron James the person, because what he has done on the floor is nothing short of jaw dropping.