- R. Nelly
I was really hoping for a nice pancakes, eggs and bacon breakfast this morning. So much that I even dreamt about it.
Waking up to the cadence of a silver bird chime, I hopped out of bed this morning, slipped on my smooth, full grain leather slippers and had someone slide on my 6 lb., warm as heck, burgundy Cashmere robe.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen, bathing in the strong scents of smoked beef bacon and buckwheat pancakes filled with plump blueberries and lightly dusted with powdered sugar. Sweet aromas so thick that you could cut them with a knife.
The dream seemed so real that I even told other people about it. I talked so much about this morning’s breakfast that I started to convert followers. My talk was so smooth and real that they decided to call me “Butta.” Soon enough the entire United States was believing that I would have this AMAZING breakfast at my house this morning.
9 a.m. sharp, in Cashmere and all.
Yeah, and I know what y’all are thinking at this point. Why don’t I just call myself King James while I’m at it and finish the story.
Okay, I’ll call myself the King, but allow me a moment to explain.
Let’s take a look at the potential NBA MPV candidates at this point, in no particular order:
- Amare Stoudemire
- Tim Duncan
- LeBron James
- Kevin Garnett
- Dwyane Wade
- Steve Nash
- Shaquille O'Neal
- Kobe Bryant
- Ray Allen
- Allen Iverson
In that list, we’re lookin’ at leaders of winning teams, future Hall of Famers, ten lucrative shoe contracts, future and past actors and leaders in almost every category statisticians can think up.
Really, the heart of today’s NBA.
But as of right now, at this very second, LeBron James is NOT playing the best among players on that list.
He is NOT wearing the Cashmere robe.
Talk to Dickie V. Talk to Sam Smith. Stephen A. Smith. Bill Walton. Stewart Scott. Talk to basically any other self-proclaimed NBA mogul, and he’ll be sayin’ that James is the best of the best of the best.
I say they’re all reachin’ at something not much more than a dream — a dream called hype.
Caught up in all the games on ESPN, TNT and ABC, the numerous Nike Chamber of Fear commercials and his insane talent at an insane age of 20, these media members have become nothing more than rats following the pied piper!
And, in their fervor over James this season, people are overlooking the REAL MVP of the L — the league’s best player for three straight seasons. The MVP of the 2004-’05 season is none other than Kevin Garnett.
Don’t believe me? Let’s evaluate:
Well, stat comparison does James supporters no good because KG is better in most — and at least comparable in a very few — statistical categories. Also, the two don’t even play the same position.
It’s like smoked beef bacon vs. buckwheat pancakes.
Compare records, you say. Look at how the Cavs are second in their conference and the T-Wolves are number six, you yell.
Well, what’s the REAL difference in record, bro? Yeah, it’s one game.
If the Cavs were in the West, their record would also place them behind five other teams, and who knows how they would fare playing two-thirds of their season in a conference where teams with losing records DON’T go to the playoffs.
So people really need to face it: LeBron James is NOT the MVP this season. Get away from the hype and enter the real! Society needs to stop DREAMIN’.
‘Cause when it all finally came down to it this morning I was rudely awakened at 10:33 by my mom and sister yelling in the bedroom next to mine.
I was not that King I dreamt about.
Shivering, I quickly threw on a thin, white undershirt and headed downstairs to dine on my…Frosted Flakes. Harsh, cold, reality check. And, looking at my cereal, pissed that I NEVER get to eat a good breakfast, I made a realization of my own:
Sometimes…it hurts more to dream.
KG for MVP!
