During the summer of 2010, LeBron James announced that he was “taking his talents to South Beach”. For four years, the consensus among sports fans outside of perhaps Miami was that LeBron’s delivery and not so much the Decision itself was all wrong.
This Saturday night, many single men and women will be awaiting a Decision. The Decision may be that he’s made any plans at all to take her out this Valentine’s Day. The Decision may be a much-anticipated proposal. The Decision may be as simple as the correct restaurant. So the Decision (and Valentine’s Day falls on Saturday no less) will be scrutinized, no doubt overanalyzed, and will be met with all manner of judgment.
There’s no way to sugarcoat this as I have tried to do in my previous musings. It’s a big night. Both men and women can cling to rationalizations that this is a Hallmark holiday (and perhaps they’re right), but I have found that to be an excuse nearly as old as the tradition itself. I do not claim to know much about LeBron James, except that after his Decision from four years prior, he was compelled to make another Decision. That Decision did not involve a press conference, a dedicated hour on ESPN, but rather a return to a jilted lover (Cleveland) and the seeking of forgiveness for his past transgression.
As always, I would love to hear your thoughts.