Victory is a fleeting bird. You can cage it, you can cup it in between your two hands. Then you open the cage door to feed it, or unlock your hands to admire it, and it vanishes. Whooshing away into the horizon. Indeed, the hardest part of success isn’t finding it, it’s remembering where you put it. Sustained excellence is the ultimate victory. It’s more than a result — it’s a way of life. Continue reading
For nearly half of the 26-year life of King James, he’s glowed atop a furnace of hype.
James is no ordinary great player. He’s a city-swallowing tractor beam of acclaim. Before he had his driver’s license, he became the youngest player ever named Ohio’s “Mr. Basketball”, and was the first sophomore ever selected to the USA Today all-USA first team. SI covers. Sold-out professional arenas for high school games. LeBron didn’t sneak up on anyone, didn’t “pay his dues”, didn’t elevate to stardom. He was shout-it-out-loud transcendent from his career’s antepartum.
He won back-to-back MVPs with Cleveland, compiling a holistic stat line that blended Magic with Michael. So when LeBron decided to “take his talents to South Beach” and join super-friends Chris Bosh and Dwyane Wade, it appalled many who wished he’d become the greatest basketball player in NBA history, and most transcendent figure in Ohio history. LeBron’s decision was mimicked, mocked and ridiculed. He was labeled a coward and a quitter. I see it differently. LeBron just wanted to fit in. Continue reading