Cleveland Strip Clubs: LeBron James’ Obnoxious Summer Of Me: Only Cleveland Can Save Him
Once he graduated to the professional ranks, the exposure has only gotten wider and more voluminous.
The guy could quite literally spend his every waking nanosecond on a television interview circuit.
If he were so inclined, I’m sure one of the networks would give him his own show to do whatever he damn well pleased—ESPN would probably give him the Sportscenter desk if he asked.
I promise you my man can’t walk down any city street without drawing a crowd of back-slappers and well-wishers.
So how much adulation and adoration is enough?
More ominously, what happens if the Chosen One doesn’t get it?
To me, this almost psychotic need for attention screams of personal insecurity that registers a staggering magnitude.
We’re talking self-esteem issues that would make a coked-out stripper/escort whose step-father had boundary issues count her psychological blessings.