You know that line at the end of The Usual Suspects when Chazz Palminteri's character is finally figuring out that Kevin Spacey is the elusive Kayser Soze; the one where the film flashes back to Spacey's description of the larger-than-life Mr. Soze and he blows on his fingertips, extinguishing some imaginary flame, and lets the non-existent smoke dissipate in the air?
"And like that, poof... he's gone"
Well that's how I felt about Lebron James last night, gone in a cloud of chalk, quietly.
Now I'm not about to speculate where James will end up next season, hell I'm not even going to try and figure out how the NBA's clear-cut MVP managed to tank the two most important games of the year, but what I will do is stress how disappointed I was in this vanishing act he pulled. At least give us something to remember. If you're not going to be in Cleveland next year, give the city a wonderful going away present. Play like you've played your entire career, with the heart of a warrior who believes he deserves to win.
Maybe it was Shaq clogging up the lane, maybe it was an injury, i don't know, but it looked like he literally gave up. I sat there mouth agape, unable to fathom what was happening, watching the hated Boston Celtics tromp to an easy victory. What happened to the monstrous Mr. Soze who devoured his opponents like they were steaks, no mercy and no slowing down until home court advantaged was secured for the entire playoffs? I'm not sure, but what I can say is that if Lebron leaves Cleveland, the past two games will go down as one of the most disappointing exits in the history of professional sports. And like that, poof...
he's gone.
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