He did it. LeBron is leaving us.
A few years ago I found myself at a Miami Heat game because my nephew was on the coaching staff of the visiting team. I never let that nephew know, but throughout the game, my eyes were riveted on James, and on the astonishing and quite beautiful thing that is LeBron playing basketball.
I became a fan, watched the games and – in the most innocent hero-worship kind of way – developed a school girl crush on the guy. Unrequited apparently.
So LeBron’s off to Cleveland. . . . LeBron who?
Where was Moe Tuesday night you ask? (Okay, you didn’t ask.) Lucky Moe was at the AA Arena in Miami watching the Heat play Milwaukee. Sentient humans probably know who won that one.
Why was Moe at the Heat/Bucks game? Because she’s a proud aunt and her nephew is a Milwaukee coach.
It was thrilling to see him on the Court, in the regulation grey suit and maroon tie pow-wowing with the other coaches the way coaches do, clipboard clutched in hand.
They could be back in Miami in a few weeks for best-of-seven with the Heat. I’ll have the car all gassed up just in case.