By Justin Cherot
I’ll do something I normally don’t do and keep it short.
I like to think that I’m well-informed about all things basketball. I live it. I breathe it. I over-Facebook it. But I have got to be completely honest with you.
Usually I have an opinion on this kind of stuff, and usually, right or wrong, I have some inkling of what’s going to happen.
I know where’s he’s leaning, but I have to tell you: I have absolutely no freaking clue what he’s going to say come 9:00 PM. I just don’t.
Hate him or love him, agree or disagree with the very idea of a show (with the potential to alienate the state he grew up in), but give LeBron James kudos for this…
He’s played it close to the vest, adding to the intrigue that was already going to surround the spectacle of this past week. Maybe I’m not so in love with the fact that he’s holding the entire basketball-watching community–casual and obsessed–hostage, but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be watching.
Just in case you’re interested, I have a source who says James is going to Miami because, “It’s hot.”
She’s only four, but Cadence is more in tune than a lot of these journalists have been thus far.
See you at 9, LeBron!