Is this how the tail end of the career of one of the two or three greatest basketball players of all time should play out, to be stuck inside that Doge’s Palace of dark mutterings and betrayals and shivs inserted in ribs that is the Los Angeles Lakers?
I have become an unwitting expert in exquisite dysfunctional sports management, having spent a lifetime rooting for the Mets and the Knicks. I know the smell of management rot, and it is unsatisfying to contemplate LeBron James playing out his career for this collection of nincompoops.
Magic Johnson, who has a soap opera star’s urgent need to share his innermost feelings, went on ESPN on Monday and turned Stephen A. Smith into his therapist in a basketball version of “Analyze Me.” Magic had quit the Lakers just before the last game of the season, and now he was intent on painting his general manager, Rob Pelinka, as a Machiavellian back stabber.
“People around the Lakers office were telling me Rob was saying things, Rob Pelinka, and I didn’t like those things being said behind my back,” he said, adding: “If you are going to talk betrayal, it’s only with Rob.”
The root of this dysfunction traces back to the owner Jeanie Buss, who picked Johnson and Pelinka — two inexperienced team managers laden with grand egos — to lead her once glorious franchise. Ancient Rome came up with the consul system, two men who shared leadership, and that often ended with poisonings and throats artfully slit. There was no reason to think it would work better in the 21st century N.B.A.
Which brings us back to James, an aging if still marvelous basketball player. Judged by mortal standards, he had a fine season, averaging 27 points per game, with a matching eight assists and rebounds. But his season was marred by a serious groin injury and he missed 27 games, upending the Lakers’ chances of making the playoffs.
As James had played at least 70 games in 13 of the preceding 15 seasons, this intimation of athletic mortality rattled the N.B.A. Another Lakers star, Kobe Bryant, played brilliantly into his early 30s, and some claimed to divine a limitless horizon. As quickly, he had a torn Achilles’ and fractures and reduced lateral movement and he was a pensioner ready for Venice Beach.
LeBron has not arrived at that burned end of the road quite yet. But there are reports that general managers have grown wary and would surrender no more than a protected first-round draft pick to acquire this autumnal star.
That’s silliness. Even at 34, he remains a rebounding and scoring force with near unparalleled court vision, and he has the size and smarts to slide into what used to be known as the power forward position.
Perhaps the Houston Rockets could accommodate him, as their aging stars have taken two runs at the Golden State Warriors without yet upending those basketball artistes. And there is Portland, whose Trail Blazers discovered again that an offense led by two guards is a talent-limited proposition. The Utah Jazz have tried to clamber up the cliff wall of the playoffs for several years running and may welcome James’s hand on the climbing rope.
James and his wishes will of course play a considerable role here. He spent his glory years in Miami walking South Beach with all the delights that suggests. He returned to his home state and won a championship for the Cleveland Cavaliers and gained immunity against the grumblers in his native woods.
Then he turned his eyes to Los Angeles and Hollywood and the glittering Pacific, and surprised no one by signing with the Lakers. Would he so quickly leave?
Let’s not paint James as a romantic misbegotten. Like most great stars, he retreats to a chill corner of his brain to make his basketball decisions and he has not hesitated to cast out coaches and players who displease him. You find that aspect of his personality unpleasant? Recall that Michael Jordan once cold-cocked Steve Kerr in practice, and Kerr later hit the game-winning shot that brought the Chicago Bulls another championship.
Sports stars are not avuncular. LeBron’s desire to win led him this season to publicly campaign for trading most of his young team to the New Orleans Pelicans in return for center Anthony Davis. That effort failed and left a lot of the Lakers’ young players looking as startled as chickens spared the butcher’s knife.
Could he leave? That would involve leaving behind his Brentwood mansions (two by last count) and the chance to watch his son Bronny, a top teenage talent, play basketball, not to mention the chance to do lunch with megawatt sorts. I once had a Cavaliers fan complain of James’s exit and say that her city’s leafier suburbs reminded visitors of Santa Monica.
I mean, maybe, I guess, but meaning no offense, not really. I love my neighborhood of Flatbush, Brooklyn, but it’s not Malibu. Maybe LeBron, the aspiring entertainment impresario, is content to play out his final days in Los Angeles. For the sake of the rest of us, I hope the player who took his team to eight consecutive finals can rouse himself to roar once more.
If Kyrie Irving, the flat-Earth scholar, opts not to return to James’s fold, if Kawhi Leonard the Inscrutable waves off the blandishments of Los Angeles, if Kevin Durant opts to try to restore life to the corpse that is the Knicks, James should text the Lakers’ so-called brain trust and type in five words:
Get me out of here.B:
五十六期马报2017年【吃】【面】【比】【吃】【饭】【简】【单】【一】【点】，【虽】【然】【看】【不】【见】，【但】【是】【霏】【儿】【吃】【面】【的】【时】【候】，【看】【起】【来】【就】【像】【个】【正】【常】【人】。 【不】【过】，【她】【这】【段】【时】【间】【要】【调】【养】【身】【体】【之】【类】【的】，【经】【常】【在】【外】【面】【吃】【好】【像】【不】【太】【好】。 【考】【虑】【到】【这】【个】【问】【题】，【回】【去】【的】【时】【候】，【李】【曼】【跟】【霏】【儿】【商】【量】【伙】【食】【问】【题】。 “【你】【说】【我】【要】【不】【要】【去】【买】【本】【菜】【谱】，【照】【着】【做】，【总】【是】【在】【外】【面】【吃】，【不】【太】【卫】【生】，【营】【养】【价】【值】【也】【不】【高】。”
【月】【光】【如】【流】【水】【一】【般】，【静】【静】【地】【泻】【在】【眼】【前】【这】【一】【片】【荷】【塘】【里】【的】【叶】【子】【和】【花】【上】。 【薄】【薄】【的】【青】【雾】【浮】【起】，【又】【像】【笼】【着】【轻】【纱】【的】【梦】。 【两】【人】【对】【饮】【一】【阵】，【都】【不】【说】【话】。 【虽】【然】【是】【满】【月】，【天】【上】【却】【有】【一】【层】【淡】【淡】【的】【云】，【所】【以】【不】【能】【朗】【照】；【远】【处】【的】【灌】【木】，【落】【下】【参】【差】【的】【斑】【驳】【的】【黑】【影】，【峭】【楞】【楞】【有】【些】【阴】【森】。 “【三】【哥】，【你】【相】【信】【吗】？【我】【说】【的】【家】【不】【是】【豫】【国】，【而】【是】【在】【另】【外】
【接】【下】【来】【的】【几】【天】【时】【间】，【苏】【岩】【带】【着】【小】【姐】【姐】【们】【又】【去】【了】【苏】【州】【的】【园】【林】，【沙】【家】【浜】，【太】【湖】。 【七】【人】【组】【频】【频】【被】【粉】【丝】【发】【现】，【各】【种】【照】【片】【被】【发】【布】【到】【微】【博】，【朋】【友】【圈】。 “【我】【愿】【用】【舍】【友】【一】【年】【不】【橹】，【和】【他】【们】【一】【起】【去】【玩】。” “【哎】，【上】【一】【次】【女】【孩】【和】【我】【出】【去】【玩】，【还】【是】【在】【中】【学】【时】【代】，【虽】【然】【是】【个】【眼】【镜】【妹】，【可】【是】【我】【想】【她】。” “【能】【拍】【照】【的】【运】【气】【真】【好】，【除】【了】【在】
【有】【人】【在】【恨】【的】【牙】【痒】【痒】，【有】【人】【丝】【毫】【不】【自】【知】。 【为】【了】【让】【自】【己】【看】【起】【来】【很】【忙】，【真】【的】【没】【有】【时】【间】【去】【相】【亲】，【苏】【颜】【只】【能】【主】【动】【联】【系】【了】【经】【纪】【人】。 【对】【方】【一】【听】【到】【她】【主】【动】【要】【求】【工】【作】，【很】【是】【高】【兴】。 【苏】【颜】【可】【就】【郁】【闷】【了】，【她】【好】【不】【容】【易】【回】【家】，【还】【没】【有】【待】【够】，【怎】【么】【就】【要】【工】【作】【了】。 【再】【是】【不】【情】【不】【愿】，【工】【作】【还】【要】【继】【续】。 【从】【林】【牧】【合】【那】【一】【组】【写】，【真】【照】【片】【被】【公】
【少】【女】【银】【铃】【般】【的】【笑】【声】【回】【荡】【在】【沈】【念】【耳】【边】，【听】【的】【他】【耳】【根】【微】【红】，【疑】【惑】【的】【问】【道】。 “【那】【你】【刚】【才】【为】【什】【么】【直】【接】【让】【我】【通】【过】？” 【他】【又】【没】【什】【么】【后】【台】，【有】【的】【只】【有】【黑】【料】。 【直】【接】【让】【他】【通】【过】，【这】【样】【一】【来】【明】【显】【就】【很】【让】【人】【误】【解】。 【苏】【暖】【抬】【手】【放】【在】【嘴】【边】，【轻】【咳】【两】【声】，【一】【本】【正】【经】【的】【解】【释】【道】。 “【因】【为】【你】【声】【音】【符】【合】【我】【的】【要】【求】【啊】，【而】【且】【第】【一】【个】【海】【选】【的】【人】五十六期马报2017年【陆】【雪】【薇】【见】【乔】【小】【小】【不】【理】【她】，【有】【种】【拳】【头】【打】【在】【了】【棉】【花】【上】【的】【感】【觉】，【顿】【时】【不】【乐】【意】【地】【哼】【了】【一】【声】。 【陆】【夫】【人】【皱】【着】【眉】【头】【轻】【声】【训】【斥】【了】【一】【声】：“【雪】【薇】，【不】【得】【无】【理】，【来】【之】【前】【我】【怎】【么】【跟】【你】【说】【的】？【你】【要】【是】【不】【能】【保】【持】【礼】【貌】，【就】【立】【刻】【给】【我】【出】【去】，【省】【得】【给】【家】【里】【丢】【人】。” 【陆】【雪】【薇】【被】【当】【着】【乔】【小】【小】【面】【挨】【了】【训】，【气】【得】【脸】【拉】【得】【老】【长】。 【乔】【小】【小】【笑】【着】【缓】【和】【气】【氛】，“
【灵】【花】【斑】【豹】【依】【然】【愤】【怒】【不】【已】，【凌】【阳】【对】【着】【他】【的】【脑】【袋】，【猛】【地】【就】【是】【一】【拳】，【灵】【花】【斑】【豹】【当】【即】【被】【打】【的】【脑】【袋】【嗡】【嗡】【作】【响】，【已】【无】【半】【点】【反】【抗】【之】【心】，【载】【着】【凌】【阳】，【朝】【着】【天】【兽】【山】【而】【去】。 【回】【去】【的】【路】【上】，【吸】【引】【来】【不】【少】【兽】【将】【的】【目】【光】。 【他】【们】【很】【是】【不】【理】【解】，【这】【头】【灵】【花】【斑】【豹】【大】【将】，【为】【何】【会】【成】【为】【一】【个】【人】【类】【的】【坐】【骑】。 【这】【就】【让】【人】【有】【些】【奇】【怪】【不】【已】【了】。 【当】【来】【到】【天】【兽】【山】【巅】【峰】，
“【螳】【臂】【当】【车】。” 【领】【头】【人】【踏】【入】【到】【厅】【内】，【见】【到】【严】【阵】【以】【待】【的】【荀】【家】【人】，【冷】【笑】【之】【声】【响】【起】。 【黑】【色】【面】【具】【下】，【只】【有】【一】【双】【阴】【鸷】【的】【目】【光】，【盯】【着】【荀】【非】，“【杀】！” 【没】【有】【二】【话】，【黑】【袍】【领】【头】【人】【冷】【酷】【的】【下】【了】【必】【杀】【令】。 【根】【本】【就】【没】【有】【给】【荀】【非】【等】【人】【反】【应】【的】【时】【间】，【黑】【袍】【领】【头】【人】【令】【一】【下】，【从】【他】【的】【身】【后】【立】【刻】【扑】【出】【数】【十】【道】【身】【影】，【鬼】【魅】【的】【身】【法】，“【啊】！”