There is that saying that you can fool with your family but not let others fool with them and if they do... you know what you've gotta do.
So in a sorta big stage mello dramatic way, Chris Bosh played both King shaker and heart breaker to Cleveland and that city's hopes to retain James. Bosh rejected being part of a trade to go to the Cavaliers to team up with James, in Jame's home state. An opportunity to show what sort of 'friend' Bosh could've been to James didn't happen. Bosh rejected Cleveland, the Cavaliers. He broke the Cav's chance to fortify their bid to retain their home town heroe's services.
It didn't happen. Rather, Bosh's chose to indirectly tell Cleveland they were not even worthy an extra year and 30 million via sign and trade. In essence not even 30 million dollars and another year of guaranteed money will bring me anywhere near that mistake... a diss of the highest caliber from a player James calls a "friend."
A 'friend' basically dissed to the utmost a home town kid and home town heroes home state. The one deemed King by all in the NBA (and will continue with that moniker by the sniveling cowards and yes sir "jounalist" at BSPN) had his home state smacked in the face. Bosh left the 'King' holdin the bag. But the one called 'king' did not stand up to let the slight of his hometown go unanswered. Rather the King bowed, to the King Breaker. At that instant the mettle of the one who fancied himself a King (a player of the caliber of a Michael Jordan or Kobe Bryant) bowed. He bowed to the King Breaker and the King Breaker's master the recruiter called flash turned double agent in the 2010 open market. A broken king, a broken state, a broken city, a broken league.
On the day the 'King' bowed and declared he would not stand against his slighter's a new triumvirate of NBA Power rose. Not a triumvirate of heroes resembling a justice league. Rather a triumvirate of comfort, excess, and narcissism not as pristine as the white sands off south beach but rather as tainted as the petroleum that makes it's journey to the underbelly of the Florida Panhandle. A triumvirate towing along a broken 'King' who bowed to the so called 'friend' that set the blade against the false kings home as Brutus did to the side Caesar.
As hearts break take pity on the broken one for he is just a man. He is not an immortal and most certainly not of the nobility of a king. Not the chosen one with the heart of lion to defend his 'homes' pride and cast back the cowards who could not advance without the broken ones allegiance to the superstar Flash rogue and the rat emperor of a new NBA. A NBA that is forever more broken with the grave imbalances of naked power run rough shod over the houses of the lords. An NBA where the 'chosen one' who could've restored balance to the league or made a home stand to smote his defilers bowed to his fears like Anakin Skywalker to the rogue senator turned dark emperor. A chosen one,... not at all indeed! A broken one for all to see!
Will the lords of the league rise to set a limit on the triumvirates power and reach? Will they limit the triumvirate's ability to marshall more forces to their cackle? Will they cast back and lock out the beast and reset the stage when true heroes came and dared against friends and foes alike without fear of failing in the process? When kings and champions rose like cream to the top after having the stoutness of their mettle tested against worthy adversaries. When the league dared to make the great ones earn it...