We played the Cleveland Cavaliers last night. Now the nicknaming of LeBron James as “the King” is sensible to me. He is royalty on the court. His talent is from another realm, and the referees are respecting it, politely making no calls against him.
Nicolas Batum is our best defender. He had the King. Before the game, Batum was confiding, “I just have to play and think he is just another player with two arms and two legs.”
Batum's limb count was accurate. But LeBron had 34 points, 14 assists, and 7 rebounds anyway.
Musing on the King from the bench, I said, “The only way to stop him is to kill him.”
Greg Oden heard me and replied, “Would you kill him in his bed? Thrust a dagger through his head? I would not, could not, kill the King. I could not do that evil thing.”
Then Oden laughed really loud. Understanding him is not always the easiest.