Been absent from this site for a while but what appears to be a now yearly December trip is in the works. Thank you very much Delta SkyMiles!
Anyways, I heard about this article that was posted on the ESPN L.A. page this morning and was pulled immediately. The Detroit sports talk radio station that guides me home everyday through the motor city traffic chaos has it posted on their site for your viewing pleasure. What a D-Bag this guy has become!
http://wxyt.cbslocal.com/2010/07/28/...ed/#more-21627
"The more you hang around James, the more you realize he’s still a child wrapped in a 6-foot-8, 250-pound frame. The night after the party at Tao, he and his crew walk through the casino at the Wynn and Encore and he pretends to dribble a basketball as he walks past ringing slot machines and tourists who do double-takes. In a Nike T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, James’ pantomime seems unconscious. He stops every few feet to shoot a jump shot, his right hand extended above his head on the follow through. He weaves through a pack of a dozen friends and pretends to connect on a layup as he walks past a gift shop. He passes overhead casino signs and jumps up and slaps them, pretending to dunk. Columns covered with advertisements for lounge acts become stationary defenders, chumps to fake out before connecting on imaginary mid-range jump shots."
Anyways, I heard about this article that was posted on the ESPN L.A. page this morning and was pulled immediately. The Detroit sports talk radio station that guides me home everyday through the motor city traffic chaos has it posted on their site for your viewing pleasure. What a D-Bag this guy has become!
http://wxyt.cbslocal.com/2010/07/28/...ed/#more-21627
"The more you hang around James, the more you realize he’s still a child wrapped in a 6-foot-8, 250-pound frame. The night after the party at Tao, he and his crew walk through the casino at the Wynn and Encore and he pretends to dribble a basketball as he walks past ringing slot machines and tourists who do double-takes. In a Nike T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, James’ pantomime seems unconscious. He stops every few feet to shoot a jump shot, his right hand extended above his head on the follow through. He weaves through a pack of a dozen friends and pretends to connect on a layup as he walks past a gift shop. He passes overhead casino signs and jumps up and slaps them, pretending to dunk. Columns covered with advertisements for lounge acts become stationary defenders, chumps to fake out before connecting on imaginary mid-range jump shots."
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