Atlanta Hawks, this is Lebron James. Basketball god, ender of playoffs, and your worst nightmare. He is 6'8, 270 pounds, with a 40 inch vertical leap. He is built like a linebacker, has court vision like a quarterback. Nike gave him a $100 million dollar endorsement contract before he even stepped on an NBA court. The Cleveland Cavaliers were bottom-feeders before he arrived, and now they're en route to their 2nd NBA Finals in 3 years. And you're in the way. Now what are you going to do about it?
Nothing. There is absolutely nothing you can do. Joe Johnson? Lebron's never heard of you. Mike Bibby? Your glory days are long over. Al Horford? Lebron James doesn't even need his center with the impossible-to-pronounce name. Lebron James is stronger than you, faster than you, bigger than you. And you're a center?
Hey, don't hang your heads, Atlanta. It's not that you're a terrible basketball team. You just happened to be in the Lebron James / Kobe Bryant Era. Like all those teams in the Magic Johnson / Larry Bird era, and all those teams in the Michael Jordan era, you never had a chance.
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