But for the past few weeks, we’ve fallen into a routine whenever the Cleveland Cavaliers have an evening playoff game. The children do their normal child-schtick of wandering out of their bedrooms after bedtime, complaining they can’t sleep. This is a lie.
They ask if they can sit on the couch and watch a little TV.
I should say no, because they really need to go to bed. But I say yes, because LeBron James is playing basketball—and I want my children to have watched LeBron James play basketball, when he was still in his prime.
I know it sounds corny, but I think this is important. It’s pretty obvious by now that James is one of the greatest basketball players of all time. When he finally wraps his career, he may have a case alongside Michael Jordan as the greatest ever, and I want my children, when they’re 35 or 62—or 147, living on Mars with their own great-great-great-grandkids, and Elon Musk and Tom Brady —to be able to say: Yeah, I saw LeBron James play.
I wholeheartedly agree with this stance. The only sports memories I recall growing up are watching Michael Jordan and John Elway -- mainly just when both of those people were busy destroying Cleveland teams. I don't really recall watching Larry Bird or Magic Johnson. I vaguely recall watching Joe Montana. But I wish I could recall such things more vividly.
I wish I could have seen Mickey Mantle, Willie Mays, and the like play. Or Muhammad Ali box (I did see Mike Tyson, for better and worse). Who wouldn't? Especially with just how historic James clearly is...
It's honestly one of the reasons why I love watching tennis (and golf, a decade ago). We're clearly watching the best athletes in their sports in (or just beyond) their prime. We all need to appreciate this. Even the kids!Read more...