Bitterness

So. Congratulations LeBron. You did it. You finally beat the Celtics.

You must feel so proud, so accomplished, as you kneel there at center court, head bowed into a closed fist. It must feel fantastic to have finally climbed that mountain, to have finally pushed yourself past Boston and into the next round.

Never mind the fact that most of the nation outside of Florida is rooting against you. Never mind the fact that you so thoroughly burned your bridges with your hometown that your return had the media begging against fans performing acts of violence. It was all made worth it in front of a full house of white t-shirt wearing bandwagon fans who probably can't pronounce Zydrunas Ilgauskas' name.

Obviously, it in no way cheapens your accomplishments that you teamed up with two other All Stars. Especially considering that one of those All Stars thoroughly outplayed you in this deciding game. And of course, it in no way cheapens your accomplishment that your All Star teammate managed to injure the Celtics star point guard in such a gruesome, clearly intentional way. And in no way does that make him a dirty player. It doesn't cheapen the win in game 5 that Miami had 18 more free throws than Boston, even though Boston was attacking the basket just as much as Miami. In no way does this make LeBron's legacy less impressive, having to team up with Wade and Bosh to finally take down his nemesis.

Oh wait. Yes it fucking does.

Congratulations, LeBron. I hope this feels amazing.