I was going to let it go, I swear I was. The idea of two close friends, former teammates, co-champions, and competitors, who are central figures of a golden era of NBA basketball, showing love and appreciation for one another was awesome enough for me to look past the amount of lenses eavesdropping on a conversation that was bound to tainted by their presence. It was as inevitable as it was weird that, while taking a moment to reflect on the upcoming culmination of a career that means so much to the both of them, they had to look either down at the ground or directly into one another's eyes so as to not accidentally get intimate with the Channel-Whatever news. Such is life when two larger-than-life, generational superstars hug it out under the brightest of bright lights for the last time, but the coverage it got all-but-guaranteed we'd be privy to the sentiments they damn well knew would be shared...
And those sentiments themselves? Bleh. Dwyane Wade pandering to Los Angeles' superiority complex? LeBron James offering even more mystique to "The Mecca" while torturing/trolling Knicks' fans? Predictably, that conversation was a whole hell of a lot cooler and more genuine in theory than it was in execution, and theory is all we would have had if not for nosiness of news cameras. If given 60 seconds to think on it, never mind 15 years, I could have put more sentimental words on lips that instead chose to service two fanbases that were doing a fine job of fluffing themselves. I don't care if it's truth or if LeBron just wants everyone to think it was the truth, because both the following picture and the relationship it represents are iconic enough in their own right not to have the preceding discussion invoke a love-fest of two tradition-rich cities that already love themselves too much.
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