No, this isn’t about Rob Bell’s new tour, but something much more important: Lebron James and Cleveland sports. I just finished reading how Lebron accepted his MVP trophy at his high school in Akron, Ohio, about a half hour from my hometown. It’s the feel good story of the week–way better than the frumpy lady on Britain’s version of American Idol–and she was 100 million youtube hits great.
Which worries me. I don’t know how God is going to do it, but I’m quite sure that he is setting Cleveland sports fans up for another heartbreak, and this one will be even worse than before because the tragic character will be one of our own. Will LeBron pull, tweak, or break something? Will Anderson Varejao decide once again to put the team on his shoulders and take the last, out of control shot? Will Danny Ferry remember that he’s Danny Ferry? Will God allow the Cavs to win the championship, but in arenas emptied by the swine flu?
If Lebron is able to overcome God’s wrath on Cleveland sports and bring this one home, then I’m making him my number one pick to be the antichrist. Right now I’m thinking it’s Tiger Woods, which still makes more sense than Henry Kissinger, the smart money of the 1970’s.
It starts tonight, when Lebron takes on the Atlanta Hawks and the invisible hand of the Sixth Man. That Hand has guided the Shot, the Drive, the Fumble, and probably sometime in the next month, the ACL.