Scott Raab – Esquire writer, Cleveland native, LeBron James hater – had an excellent assignment: Go to Miami and chronicle King James for a week.
Except he penned a column and promptly got himself banned from the building.
It’s a wonderful post, full of appropriate rage and nice anecdotes. If we had to guess, we’d say the concluding paragraph probably pushed the Heat over the edge.
Nobody asks LeBron whether playing 39 minutes and 20 seconds is too much, too little, or just right. Nobody asks him about the Toronto coach, probably because no one can remember his name. It’s a long, long season, the Heat are 6-4, and nobody wants to piss off anybody, least of all the kid glowering onstage, who took his talents to South Beach and left his smile behind.
Raab is writing a book about the woe of Cleveland sports and wanted an interview with LeBron. That’s probably not going to happen anymore, but don’t stop Mr. Raab. Please don’t stop.