He "spoils" us? That's the best LeBron James can come up with after quitting on his team, his town, his people, his sport and, above all, his otherworldly gifts in the signature game of his career -- and the most depressing event in the history of America's saddest, darkest sports town? "I spoil a lot of people with my play," he said, tapping into self-pity after miserably failing the litmus test. "When you have a bad game here or there, you've had three bad games in a seven-year career, then it's easy to point that out." Look, this wasn't simply a bad game. This was the greatest player in basketball, arguably the grandest athlete in the world amid the Tiger Woods fallout, mysteriously disappearing in a desperate moment of need for the Cleveland Cavaliers and looking like, well, LeGone James. He settled for sporadic jump shots and didn't attack the basket, even when a sprained, painful shooting elbow demanded he be aggressive and creative. He attempted only four shots in the first half and didn't make his first basket until more than 30 minutes had passed in Game 5 of the Eastern Conference semifinals against the Boston Celtics, a team said to be too old and creaky to survive long in the NBA postseason. For all his epic performances, this was the night that commanded James to be there for Cleveland, a city beaten down through time by The Shot, The Drive, The Fumble, a Game 7 catastrophe in the 1997 World Series and a 46-year rut without a crown in a major sport.




