Attack of the Heart

Okay so here we go; this is my new blog... What's with the name? Well I wanted something batshit crazy to distract from the fact that this is practically a diary. The idea is I write at least something each day but well we'll see. Also one of the biggest gripes I heard about my other blog is that the entries were just way too long. Okay so admittedly I'm just putting pen to paper because it's been so long. Kind of like when you have a glue stick and you leave it sit too long and it gets that crusty non-sticky shit on it so you have to use it once or twice to get back to the stickiness... That's kind of how this is. So right now I'm house sitting at a house without a DVR (even if it had one I don't think it would be appropriate to record my shows on someone else's TV).
But anyway so I was watching Rocky V; now I know fans say Rocky V is the worst one of the series, but still it had a good moral. See Tommy Gunn stopped fighting with his heart and started fighting just for the money. But Rocky Balboa he always fights with his heart in a more abstract way for his family and friends. It's the reason why Philadelphia rallied behind Balboa and didn't recognize Tommy Gunn's title. Why is this even worth mentioning? Well it's my fucking blog and I'll mention whatever I damn well please! Just kidding; my point is that think about people like LeBron James (okay I know people are already sick of berating him but let me finish) Miami is building some fucking Justice-League-Dream-Team-4th-Reich thing, but when they win who is going to care? They don't have heart, they are just buying the stairway to heaven. Once you lose heart you lose everything, think about it, there are only two outcomes for Miami this season: win and everyone will say, "Well with a team like that who couldn't win," don't win and everyone will just think that you're just a bunch of jackasses. Heart is a completely underestimated quality. It's why Ghost Adventures rules and Ghost Hunters sucks; I like the rag-tag group of twenty-somethings doing what they love. Ghost Hunters even have a show now where they do like an Apprentice thing only for ghost hunting called Ghost Hunter Academy. I've watched like a dozen fucking episodes and they always say, "there is something paranormal going on but your house isn't haunted." So if you never find any ghosts then how the hell can you say you are fit to conduct an "Academy." That would be like me having a show called "Unicorn Hunter" where I hunt fucking unicorns but never find one but still think I'm in some way a unicorn hunting authority. And seriously those two main guys are the most boring fucking people that ever existed. Boring show + never finding ghosts isn't exactly a recipe for a ghost show. Seriously, fucking lie to me, say there is a ghost once in a while... sheesh!
Okay back to the main topic, I have a parable for LeBron that takes place in the samurai days of feudal Japan. Once upon a time there was a young sword prodigy that was on his way to becoming the shogun (I guess that would be like a 6-star general, so kind of a big deal). But one day his village was raided by some bandits, the young man saw that one of the bandits had amazing skill, in fact he was the greatest swordmaster he had ever seen; except of course, his sensei. He quit his training to travel the world and defeat the bandit and then he would be ready to challenge his sensei and then he would know truly he was the best in the world. This broke the villager's hearts and devastated his sensei. He traveled all over Japan challenging anyone who dared to face him, winning every battle. One day after years of searching he came across his sensei who didn't say a word and threw the bandit's blood soaked mask on the ground. The young man realized his sensei had killed the man he had spent years searching for. The young man was enraged and drew his sword; the sensei also drew his sword, they charged each other and the young man struck the sensei, but the sensei pulled his blade away at the last second. "Damn you! You didn't even try to best me," the young man growled. "This is my final lesson to you, one I gave my life that you learn. I wasn't the one who killed the bandit; you did, but you were so consumed by desire you never even realized it. And as punishment for your foolish pride I let you beat me, so you would never know if you were better than me. Truly you are now the greatest swordmaster alive..." The sensei died and the young man threw his sword to the ground never to use a sword again.
The moral of the story is that the moment of triumph is the greatest feeling of being a champion. You beat the best and overcame difficult odds. But the young samurai would never know if he was better than his sensei and never would be able to have that feeling of triumph. Same with Tommy Gunn he has the title belt but he got his ass kicked in the street so he holds a bullshit title which is even worse than actually losing it. And this is what will happen to LeBron if he wins a title with Miami; he'll get his championship cherry popped with a team that was bought and practically couldn't fail. And even if he goes back to a team like Cleveland and wins it legit it won't mean anything because it will be his second or third title. Look at the Yankees; when they win a Pennant who even fucking cares anymore? With their budget and players I could coach them to a World Series victory. If you ask me the east-coast super teams they are making have practically ruined baseball; ESPN doesn't even talk about anyone but the Yankees and Red Sox anymore. And basketball is going to that; it's just going to be Lakers, Miami, and Celtics. I heard from somebody that the Heat is even trying to get Pierce, and then you can even cross Boston off that list. Then LeBron will be "King Nothing," champion of a sport people are sick of watching.