Last year I found myself almost euphoric after Game 6 of the Finals. It wasn't just because one of my favorite players, Dirk Nowitzki, had gotten a ring, but because he had deprived you of one. While I realized how petty that was, it didn't change the way I felt.
Over the past few years I have watched you with a mixture of awe, disdain and respect. While I respected your decision to "take your talents to South Beach", I didn't like the execution ("The Decision"? Really?). It takes a couple minutes to say where you're going and why, not an hour. Counting your chickens before they hatched (the championship party before one game was played) was also a faux pas. I don't care if it was Pat Riley's idea or not, you shouldn't have gone along with it.
I've watched most of the Playoffs this year (when I could) and will not deny that you have impressed me. You seem to have finally gotten over your issues with disappearing during BIG games and have finally become the player that everyone knew/expected/wished you'd be.
Journalists have been falling over themselves to write about your redemption and I've read most of their articles (the ones that were good, anyway). In light of all this (the articles, your performance, etc.) I have decided to extend this olive branch:
LeBron, I forgive you and I'm sorry I gave you a hard time these last couple of years. Good job, buddy. Good luck next year.
Sincerely,
Helgi
Look how happy you are, LeBron :)
"I knew you had it in you" is what I'm sure D.Wade is saying to you in this picture.
P.S.: Forgiven, not forgotten........don't get cocky...
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