A Royal Mistake

So, the Cavs had a party with their pals known as the whole city of Cleveland. C’ept it was nationally televised and LeBron James IS an international superstar. Everything he said was part of the broadcast and quickly spread throughout social media. As he went down the line and commented on each of his teammate’s contribution to winning the championship, he cussed. He cussed a lot.
For a player who’s usually so measured in his public speaking, a lot got away from him. Here’s James’ unofficial ‘”cuss’” count from SportingNews.com:
“ass”: 4
“s—t”: 4
“damn”: 2
“hell”: 1
“m—f—”: 1
“f—k”: 1
I’m a cusser. I try not to in front of mine or anyone else’s kids. As of this moment I’ve never cussed at any of these rascals, but there’s three of them and I’m not making any promises. Our family has also been fortunate not to experience shouting of obscenities or anything close to the outrageous behavior dotting the youth sports landscape.
We’ve all heard a stray curse word evade the FCC delay of a professional game. Profanity is used by grown men and women in the heat of battle, reaction to a dirty play, or getting hit on the field. I understand how unedited human emotions arise in those moments. The cussing makes me uncomfortable as a viewer and mom, but I get it.
People who hate LeBron James will use his language on the stage as evidence as to why he’s a horrible player/person. He shouldn’t give a F&^% about those opinions. But never, ever, ever will I give a professional player of the MVP’s stature and social relevance a pass for cursing into a microphone, in front of families and children about winning a game. King James has to do better. Way better.
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