While San Antonio surges towards their fourth title of the Gregg Popovich era, the talking heads are at it again.
Creating news amidst a Finals devoid of sexy storylines.
As the Spurs clinic on team basketball continues chugging towards the land of Larry O’Brien, the media yawns, rubs its eyes and turns its focus towards LeBron’s place in history.
Is it time to say he’s better than Jordan?
The real problem is San Antonio. Their stars seem to enjoy playing together, their star in waiting appears to relish his role in the shadows and their head coach is about as quotable as Michelangelo’s David.
Rare have we seen a blander shade of vanilla in professional basketball.
But the noise, oh the noise, noise, noise!
Lebron James can’t fight through cramps.
He’s the softest 6-foot-8-inch, 280-pound player the sports world has ever seen.
Wait a minute, Miami won?
LeBron is the best player in the world!
Better dare we say than the man himself?
Is LeBron James better than Michael Jordan?
It’s a tantalizing debate indeed, and one those born in the 1980’s or after need to see their way out of immediately. To fully appreciate what Michael Jordan accomplished you had to be doing something other than filling your drawers and living bottle to bottle in the 80s (insert poorly crafted Gary Busey joke here).
Secondly, all those closeted Bulls fans from the 90s need to stand down as well.
Those who were once so rabid and widespread, but have somehow largely disappeared, or simply grown too round to fit into their jackets, hats and jerseys anymore.
The only people qualified to weigh in on this topic are truly objective basketball fans, or those who grew up despising Jordan, embraced an “NBA Small Market Conspiracy Theory” when the Lakers defeated the Pacers in the Finals and eventually found a gig as a part-time-pretend-sports columnist.