Found this article this morning about LeJudas:
"What’s astonishing to me is that not one person around him had the judgement to see that this move would irreparably damage his basketball reputation. Forget about his clueless buddy managers, this guy is the face of Nike and they let him go out there to tell the world that he’s running away from the true challenge that defines basketball greatness to stack the deck in Miami?
But that’s just the basketball part of it. Competitor that he is, James had to top that by revealing what a terrible human being he really is by sticking a shiv into the backs of a community that did nothing but support him for 7 years. On national t.v.. In a cold and emotionless way. And nobody around him had the foresight to tell him how unprofessional it would be? How terrible it would make him look?
And the funniest part of it all is that that James fella, Mensa guy that he is, probably went home, turned on the t.v. and was shocked at the negative reaction. Shocked.
It was like watching a slow motion car accident where everybody gets hurt. It was also like watching a murder mystery where you discover that the good guy is actually the dude with the knife who’s stabbing everybody. My first thought was wow, this is who this guy really is. My second thought was wow, what kind of bubble must this guy live in to be that out of touch with reality? And then I thought of him like I think of those child stars, trapped in a vortex of fame, not able to define his true self, just his public one.
Sorry for the ramble. One last point, my best one. I believe that this was in the works for years. Here’s how to connect the dots.
William Wesley meets James when he’s a youth and develops a relationship with him. Wesley steers James to Nike. James enters the 2004 draft and Wesley and Phil Knight and company want him in New York. Cavs draft James.
Wesley plants a seed in James’s head by telling him that one day James can revolutionize the league by taking the power out of the franchises’ hands and putting it in the players. He tells James that if they time it right, he and certain players will all be free agents at the same time and they will have the power to dictate where they play. They could even come together and form a super team and everybody will watch.
James chews his nails then makes his little social calls. Wade and Bosh design identical contracts. Wade lets Pat Riley in on the plan. Riley plays it cool and quietly carves out cap space. LEBRON JAMES THROWS THE CELTICS SERIES. Wesley suddenly departs from his role as a behind-the-scenes advisor and becomes an agent at the entertainment firm CAA (another “revolutionary” move). Everything that they imagined has come to fruition. They have shrewdly positioned themselves to control the channels of communication and have thus shifted the power balance in the NBA from the owners to the players. James is set to get his titles. Wesley is set to become the most powerful agent in the NBA. And now for a little ooomph, THE DECISION.
They had that train running so long that they couldn’t see the danger ahead. Too much momentum, too giddy at the perfectness of it all, they missed something. The human element. The moral code. The inherent sense of right and wrong. The values that people respect in a person. The distaste for ego.
They literally pulled into the station after a 7 year ride and crashed and burned like the Silver Streak.
Nobody in their right mind would trade his or her reputation for some hardware especially when they’ve already got the money. This dude spent his whole life carefully cultivating an image and then threw it all away in one night. What a tragedy. What a waste."
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.