THE MIKE KAUS

He grew up in NE Ohio in the 90s, but was the kid we all hate.  He cheered for the Yankees, Cowboys & Bulls, a frontrunner all the way.  No loyalty.  He wore a Yankee hat to the Indians playoff game, strode the Cowboys’ sideline versus the Browns and everyone just made excuses because he could play basketball. 

He embarrassed the city of Cleveland when he ran off the court like a child without shaking hands after the biggest loss of his career.  He talked about how we should honor Michael Jordan by retiring #23 saying he would switch numbers regardless, and followed it up by stating, “Now, if I’m not going to wear No. 23, then nobody else should be able to wear it.”  Who was he really honoring?  We still made excuses, after all, he could shoot hoops pretty good.

He held meetings, free agent summits and schemed how to get on a team that could win now.  Frontrunner.  And today, reports are that he will the final blow.  If reports are true, he will stab us in the back, leaving for Miami.  He will make sure the world knows we aren’t good enough for the King by announcing his betrayal in a one-hour special on national TV.

LBJ’s true colors have showed all along, we ignored them because he was good at basketball.  I’m tired of the frontrunner, the kid we all hate.  It’s your choice LeBron.  Prove me wrong.