James, Wade, and Bosh Land in Miami

The biggest disappointment for me is that it’s Miami. If you believe in fairness in these things, that city just doesn’t deserve it. Miami’s a notoriously bad sports town. Even when the Marlins were winning World Series, they could hardly sell out. When the University of Miami’s football team or the Miami Dolphins drop in the win column, so does the interest of their fans.

It’s a city that, for better or worse, will ignore you unless you win big. And, if you win big, they ignore you anyway.

The enthusiasm of Cleveland fans has been disproportionate to the success of its franchises. Their title hopes in the 1990s were squashed by Michael Jordan’s Bulls teams. The Cleveland Indians held the MLB sellout record, at 455 games, between 2001, the end of the streak, and 2008, when Boston surpassed them. The Indians have three AL Penants, since winning their last World Series in 1948. When the Cavaliers won the lottery seven years ago, and the Akron-based “chosen one” was available, divine providence seemed to have rewarded their enduring faith.

Unfortunately, fairness has nothing to do with it. Miami freed up the cap space, and Dwayne Wade went out and convinced his Olympic teammates to join him in South Beach. What might define Wade’s career is his willingness to “kiss the ring” of the ringless king. James made a spectacle of his decision, making his decision to abandon Cleveland all the more embarrassing and emphatic. Clearly, James’s ego far outweighs his production to this point, and the chemistry in Miami will depend on whether Bosh and Wade, and the entire Heats organization, are able to placate him.

Two Prodigies at a Crossroads

In the dog days of summer, two prodigies have arrived at a decisive moment in their careers. Stephen Strasburg debuted for the Washington Nationals, and LeBron James entered NBA free agency. Both have had an unusual role, as highly regarded first-round picks, on their teams. And, now, they might be the most important players in their respective sports in the second decade of the 21^st century.

The Cleveland Cavaliers have hitched the franchise’s hopes to James, and the Washington Nationals will depend on Strasburg to overcome the youth and lack of talent around him. Each franchise has weak leadership. If James leaves Cleveland or Strasburg is a bust, either team could leave their respective cities in the next half-decade.

ESPN has made each athlete, the 22-year-old Strasburg and the 25-year old James, a news category. Watch the ticker at the bottom of the monolithic network’s broadcast to get the latest in tea leaves, innuendos, and rumors on either athlete. In fact, the 24-hour sports channel has made a cottage industry of hyping these prospects.

The Hall of Fame chatter, led by ESPN talking heads, has already started for each of them. Despite the talk, neither Strasburg nor James is the most talented prospects at their respective stages of development. They’re just the most talented in an era of media saturation and hype-as-product sensationalism.

The appeal of both athletes stems from their status as brilliant prodigies. Oddly enough, Strasburg’s debut against the last-place Pirates drew viewer interest on the same night of game three of the NBA Finals, which boasted as many as six Hall of Famers.

Even better than acknowledging when a player achieves something special is acknowledging that he could do something special, five or ten years from now. I’ve decided to reserve my astonishment for the day when commentators predict Hall of Fame greatness from sonograms or forecast future drafts based on Little League highlights.

Unfortunately, the hype seems to have been mostly destructive for James. Almost everyone agrees that he has refused to be coached by the Cavaliers staff, and the franchise’s ownership has mostly allowed James and his entourage to have their run of the facilities. Though a force of nature sprinting toward the basket, he’s content to become an average jump-shooter.

James is a highlight-reel talent and rises to almost every challenge. He’s already one of the five best players in the league and an annual MVP finalist. But even his greatest admirers have to wonder if he’ll ever be historically great, in the rarefied category of Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson, or Bill Russell. Nevertheless, I suspect that his flight in free agency probably won’t bring a title to whoever wins the sweepstakes.

James’s real long-term legacy might be in marketing, where his charisma is on full display. The basketball wunderkind took the Michael Jordan book on corporate sponsorship and added a few chapters. Jordan was basically a well-paid employee of Nike and Hanes. Unlike Jordan, James is basically an investor in the brands he endorses. And he embodies 21^st century “cool” in a way that Dwayne Wade, Dwight Howard, or Kobe Bryant will never be able to.

Strasburg, on the other hand, is an unusual pheonom. That is, the marketing potential is not really there. Strasburg will get the endorsements if he performs well, but I doubt he will ever become the face of an advertising campaign or his sport.

In his first start, on June 8, Strasburg pitched seven innings and struck out 14. It’s already one of the finest outings in the Nationals brief history. The demure Californian displayed a fastball upwards of 100 mph, with great placement. He attracts attention from baseball fans and outsiders. Even if you’re not interested, you’re likely to be bombarded with his stats until you are.

But Strasburg’s arrival alone brings very little other than hope to the Nationals. Over eighty-three years ago, Washington’s greatest baseball player ever retired. Walter Johnson was a reserved, lanky, and blue-eyed right-hander, just like Strasburg, who suffered years of losing on the Nationals (in their first iteration), before winning a World Series in his 17^th season. In very different eras, both Johnson and Strasburg have inspired curiosity and fear from colleagues and viewers from day one.

Will it take that many years for the contemporary pheonom’s Nationals to be within reach of a championship? Will James seriously compete for an NBA championship in Cleveland, Chicago, or Los Angeles? Most importantly, will either of them come close to fulfilling the hype that Strasburg’s debut and James’s flirtation with free agency inspired?

Taking into consideration the historical trends and my instincts, my answers would be probably, maybe, and no. But perhaps not in that order.