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… LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IF YOU’LL PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT AND DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION TO THE JUMBO TRON.”
Then seeing my face on the Screen:
“Babe, we’ve been together now for seven great years and you have shown me an awesome amount of support and loyalty, you’ve made me feel like a “King”, so I think it’s only right that I repay you for all that you’ve done. I know that we’re great together…
(Pause for effect)
“BUT… I don’t feel that I can be happy with you anymore so I’ve decided to leave you for Dee Dee and Christy, you know, the two hot Strippers that live down the block. They promised me that all my fantasies will come true… So, um, that’s all… Good Luck with the rest of your life.”

See the full article from “Los Angeles Times (blog)”

Bernard Freeman, or better known by his stage name, Bun B, was a beatmaker before hooking up with Chad “Pimp C” Butler. Together, the two formed the Underground Kings, or UGK for short, in Port Arthur, Texas. They sold about 50,000 copies of their first tape, which brought the record labels to a bidding war.
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The guys had a tough time breaking into the national market, since hip-hop artists from Texas weren’t taken seriously by the New York and Los Angeles music scenes. But by 2000, Bun B and Pimp C had released several singles that established their reputation, like “Too Hard to Swallow,” “Super Tight” and “Ridin’ Dirty.”
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UGK soon had a Grammy nod and were No. 1 on TRL and BET, and then that high started to fade when Pimp C went to jail in 2003 for probation violation from an aggravated gun assault charge. He died in 2007 from an accidental overdose.

See the full article from “Times Record News”

The Amazing LeBronathon, enabled by the flex of ESPN’s worldwide hype machine, milked 27 minutes and two full commercial breaks of a prime hour of our summer’s leisure Thursday night before announcing something that should have taken less than 140 characters on a Twitter post.
Jim Gray, we ask you as we sit on “pins and needles”: What’s wrong with this picture?
New-age ethics, protocol, narcissism, arrogance, ego, control freakishness, grandstanding and creating a situation where your own reporters have to work against your own pimping aside, the reality show that evolved into “Dancing With LeBron” finally reached a stinky climax. Stephen A. Smith’s wildest dream came true, having been one of the first to “report” it as “fact” June 28 despite James telling Gray that he just made up his mind Thursday morning to abandon Cleveland for Miami.

See the full article from “Los Angeles Daily News”

The Three Amigos Probably the most obvious and uncreative nickname on the list, but we know how ESPN loves to assign great duos and trios with unoriginal nicknames, which means this one has a shot. A nickname like The Three Amigos won’t exactly set the world on a fire, but it would most certainly work.
LeBroshAde Team Gatorade vs. Team LeBroshAde. The world’s greatest debate since Team Edward vs. Team Jacob.
MV3 This one could definitely work. It’s short, sweet, and to the point. Just like nicknames are supposed to be.
The Three Basketeers Well, if KG, Pierce, and Ray Allen aren’t going to use it, we can’t just let it go to waste. Can we?
The South Beach Assassins
I can see the picture now: LeBron, Wade, and Bosh sitting side by side with their heads down, pimp hats on, and guns pointing at the sky.

See the full article from “Bleacher Report”

Local media has taken gratuitous snipes at him, from questions about LeBron’s paternity, his welching on promised swag, his buddy getting pimp-slapped at a nightclub to him being a bad tipper. If there is love for him here, I can’t tell, and you wouldn’t be able to either. When he wins, there’s huzzas! all around. But when he doesn’t, people stick it to him. Hard. That’s par for the course, but you gotta know that when home is where the hate is, it stings a little more. Cleveland isn’t the kind of city that toasts its success stories. Instead it’d rather try to knock you down a peg by any means necessary, so you can drink Pabst with the rest of the losers here. It’s the kind of place where sports stars get invited to hotel parties only to be robbed at gunpoint by wannabes. If you were once a promising young talent with the world on a string who decided to stay loyal to a hometown that constantly stabs you in the back, you have to be wondering now if you made the right choice.

See the full article from “NPR (blog)”

Welcomes for Heat’s James, Bosh, Wade pouring in: free pest control> Posted by Sarah Talalay on July 9, 2010 01:57 PM
A New York strip club offered LeBron James a lifetime of free lap dances if he played for the New York Knicks. But Truly Nolen knows while South Florida may offer paradise (and lap dances and no state income tax free), it does have its insects.
That’s why the company is offering five years of free pest control to James, Chris Bosh and Dwyane Wade. Because, well, you know, that thing about defense. That’d be free service through July 8, 2015.
“Like these three superstar players, our company believes the best offense is the best defense,” Michelle Senner, Truly Nolen’s director of marketing and philanthropy said in a statement. “Whether LeBron or Chris block shots or Dwyane steals the ball, they remind us of our tenacious technicians.” It was one of the company’s technicians who suggested they offer the service since, well, the players have plenty to pay attention to on the court.

See the full article from “The Business of Sports (blog)”

… Maybe it was inevitable considering the people he calls advisers.  Most players have had some sort of a wiser father figure to provide a second opinion.  Sometimes it literally is their father  Ya know, someone older than say 25.  
 Peyton Manning has Archie Manning.  John Elway had his father Jack.  Magic Johnson will tell you about Earvin Johnson Sr. If that weren’t enough, he had a close relationship with savvy businessman and Laker Owner Jerry Buss.  Michael Jordan had his father and Shaq had the sarge (although it didn’t seem to help Shaq so much).  The list goes on…
 Lebron has a bunch of morons his own age.  Apparently someone calling himself “World Wide Wes” provides Lebron with pearls of wisdom.  No one told Lebron anyone calling himself “WWW” in a business meeting is the tantamount to introducing yourself by your stripper name.  Lebron would have been better off hiring someone who plays a businessman on TV.

See the full article from “Bleacher Report”

Now, we’re at free agency. By now everyone’s heard the story. Two weeks into the NBA’s highly anticipated buy-a-superstar bonanza, James has announced that he will give his decision on what team he will play for in a one-hour special on ESPN.
If you listened to the media and fan reaction, you would think that James officially became the worst person in sports. Worse than the retired football player in New York who had a messy situation with an underage prostitute. Worse than the college kid from Virginia who allegedly murdered his former girlfriend. Worse than the quarterback from Pittsburgh who can’t keep himself out sexual assault cases. Worse than the recovering sex addict who cheated on his wife with two million women, and has yet to recover his stroke on the golf course.  

See the full article from “Opposing Views”