We’re already annoyed with this web log post and we haven’t even written it yet. That’s because it’s about LeBron James’ greatness, or basically the least original idea since that totally awesome Crying Jordan meme you just shared on Facebook to the delight — and puzzlement — of your parents and your friends who are parents.
We can do this next part from heart.
LeBron has four MVPs, two Finals MVPs, and a runner-up to a third that could’ve very well put him alongside Jerry West as the only two players in history to win the Finals MVP while still losing the series. (Jerry did it in the very first year of the award, and got a blessing from his opponent in that 1968 series, God himself, Bill Russell. Mr. Russell had just won title No. 11 in season 13 — his last, it turns out. Basketball history is neat). Not only that, but only MJ has more MVP shares because LeBron has finished in the top five for MVP voting in every season since his sophomore campaign in 2004-05 — when he finished sixth.
James has also gotten some Defensive Player of the Year DAP, though no actual award, along with 12 consecutive All-Star appearances, a Rookie of the Year award, nine All-NBA First Team nods (and two on the second team), six All-Defensive First Team spots and — sh*t let’s stop. You know the rest.
He’s good at basketball is what we’re saying. Great, in fact. One of the best ever. Because of that greatness, you probably didn’t bat an eyelash at the news he had won Player of the Month for February, or March. Paul George, John Wall and Kyle Lowry had won the previous three months in the East this year, so it was about time. (To be fair to voters, he’s only turned it up a notch after the All-Star break.)
Except, over the course of LeBron’s 13-year career, he’s won the Player of the Month award a staggering 31 times out of 75 possible months (a big tip of the hat to Jacob Rosen for bringing this to our attention).
Stat of the Day: LeBron James now has won 31 out of 75 possible Player of the Months in his 13-year career. That's 41.3%. (h/t @JMarksisms)
— Jacob L. Rosen (@JacobLRosen) April 5, 2016
That level of consistent, decade-long greatness is overwhelming. So much so this cranky basketblogger is talking about himself as a cranky basketblogger in the copy and extolling the greatness of LeBron with full sincerity.
When you finally grow old or scared enough at the existential meaninglessness of life, you’ll procreate. Afterwards, when whatever monster you created stops being the multicellular blob that barfs and poops all day, they’ll grow semi-sentient and you’ll start telling them about life. Since you’re reading this spittle disguised as a web log post, you’ll probably also tell them about the NBA back before they were born. You’ll talk about MJ and we’ll talk about Bill Russell. If you’re of a certain age, you’ll talk about the greatest player of your generation, and at this point it’s not even up for debate.
Hit it.
(Basketball-Reference; H/T @JacobARosen)
