Make no mistake, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m used to being in weird environments. Last year, I helped set the Guinness Record for participating in the largest gathering of zombies. But from a sports perspective, sitting at the Hoophall Classic last week, I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but think the whole thing was pretty perverse.
As someone whoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s been following every move LeBron James has made since before he had a high school diploma, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve eagerly anticipated for years the most spectacular free agency in the history of sports. I thought itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be a basketball Christmas in July.
But then his season ended, I was bombarded by news about it, and I was surprised to find myself nonplused by the whole thing Ã¢â‚¬â€œ despite the fact that my beloved Knicks are one of the main contenders for his services.
IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not sure exactly what I expected, but this isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t it.
For a guy who never deigned to spend a day in college, LeBron James has become quite the big man on campus.
I owe Mike Krzyzewski an apology, as I had months ago written DukeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s methods off as archaic, and not viable for building a championship contender.
It turns out that Coach K was playing chess while everyone else was playing checkers.