How Will LeBron, Miami Handle the Heat?
Who ever thought that he would become a douche bag for the masses? And that his two new mega-teammates, Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh, would face the unaccustomed wrath of joining The James Gang, an unholy trinity converging in a hedonistic world -- "South Beach," as LeBron mumbled before he could say "Miami" -- and intending to spend at least six seasons as a prearranged superteam ratcheting up the sports-hate quotient beyond that of the Yankees?
It's a good thing the Heat, with architect Pat Riley and owner Mickey Arison watching proudly, threw a nightclub-style party for James, his mates and 13,000 delirious fans on a weekend night at American Airlines Arena. LeBron needed to feel some love and do some dancing, knowing his jerseys were being burned throughout northeast Ohio and that his move was being savaged everywhere -- from the psycho rant of Dan Gilbert, the owner he left behind in Cleveland, to current and former NBA players and even sociologists who speak of him like a fugitive on the run. Never have three stars of such high magnitude colluded to join a team simultaneously, a power conspiracy that is supposed to be impossible because of the league's salary-cap structure but not when the principles agree to take less money. Acknowledging that the barrage of invectives has wounded him, James embraced the scene as he and his partners in crime wore their Heat uniforms, no doubt to plant images so fans will rush out and buy jerseys.