![]() ![]() LeBron James was born into an identity crisis. ![]() And I’m still, every time, left wondering whether this is as important as I think it is, and then utterly convinced that it is. Whenever I try to unravel the Homeric epic of LeBron James (humble beginnings burden of expectation killer biceps purpose-driven departure grand quest home, home, home, home, home daddy issues failure of pride etc.), I find myself invariably, involuntarily, incessantly tracing a line backward through personal chronology and geography (his and mine), and then conversely forward, toward the potential infinity of those same territories. And also tonight, June 5, 2012, LeBron James will play an ostensibly meaningful basketball play-off game with the word HEAT lettered across his torso. On the very afternoon I write these words, the second planet is about to pass directly in front of the sun, an event called the Transit of Venus, which, in silhouette, looks (though it cannot be viewed without appropriate eye protection) like a pea passing in front of a Hollywood searchlight, a minor epic of the cosmos that occurs just once every 105 years, which seems like a very long time until you remind yourself that this is Venus and the sun we’re talking about. The following is from David Giffels’s The Hard Way on Purpose: Essays and Dispatches from the Rust Belt: ![]()
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