- The Washington Times - Sunday, May 7, 2006

The annoyance of LeBron James has been passed along to Detroit, and so, too, the outcry of those in his cult.

The acrid words of the “Lehovah Witnesses” landed with a fury in the mailbox.

“You are a joke to your profession,” one of the gentler missives read.

It takes one to know one, of course.

There are plenty worse sights in life than the whining antics of a basketball player who believes he never has committed a foul or violation in the NBA.

The tortuous facial manifestations of LeBawl are hard to miss unless you are blinded by the halo above his head.

He displays so many faces, some more mournful than others, that it is possible to assume that his starring role with Nike has allowed him to polish his acting craft.

He is both the leading scorer and crier in the playoffs, which is an unusual double-double, considering his enormous basketball gifts.

His basketball wherewithal requires the requisite number of superlatives from those in the idol-making business.

But even sports idols have imperfections. Noting them does not border on the sacrilegious. In fact, it is part of the game within the game.

Raja Bell delivered a worthy critique of an idol more complete than James.

“I think he’s a pompous, arrogant individual,” Bell said of Kobe Bryant.

And Bryant confirmed the charges by saying, “Do I know this guy?”

Passion is the sustenance of sports. You have nothing without it.

Yet the passion of those who cheer from a distance is often misguided.

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