I vowed a while back that I would never call him by his real name and would only refer to him as Fat Pippen, because that’s what he is, a fat sidekick. For our new readers I am referring to LeBron James, and he is turning to Nike, like Tiger Woods did, to rebuild his image. We weighed in on his decision here, and why it was a terrible one, and he is still whining like a fat balding baby, seriously he is balding faster than a un-watered Chia Pet.
If you’re keeping count, there’s a Decision reference in that ad, a nod to the time he left his local high school for a stronger program in Akron as a teen, a Charles Barkley (“hi Chuck!”) reference, a Miami Vice redux with Don Johnson in tow (what, Nike could meet Philip Michael Thomas’ demands?), and James also gets to dress up like a cowboy, a beatnik, and a construction worker. And then he tries to get us to feel sorry for him because we judged him by our own set of values this summer.
LeBron? You still screwed up. You did the right thing going to the better team and taking less money to do it, but you completely and utterly blew the execution behind the whole move. You listened to your friends (because, as the ad states, “they’re [your] friends”), and your friends led you astray. This is pretty much how it’s always gone for every narcissist, in whatever forum, that surrounded themselves with yes-men.