Well, LeBron, you and I both know that you're reading this, that this blog is really the only way we communicate lately, so I just have to say it: Bad move. Yes, I followed this entire saga as closely as anyone else who didn't give a shit about it, and from where I stand, you made the worst possible choice.

I'm not sure I would have chosen Chicago if I were you, because the comparisons to Jordan would have been inevitable, and you still would fall short if you won four championships. Plus, you would have had to take time off to play, and fail at, football as a parallel to Jordan's baseball career.

But Miami? With the other two guys who were the class of the free agent class? That's like the three best players in town walking into the gym, and instead of choosing teams, or shooting for teams, saying, "We'll take this guy and that guy against you five." Then you get to win a bunch of games in a row against inferior teams because one of you was scared to be on the losing side in a few games.

So now, the best you three can do is win championships, and when you do, there will be no joy. All everyone will say is, "Of course you won. When you stack the deck, you're supposed to win." There will be joy, however, if you don't win. Oh, the potshots. Seriously, if you win a championship this year, I bet your final game is one of the lowest-rated telecasts in NBA history; nobody wants to watch a show in primetime when they already know the ending.

Of course, your opponents will still want to play the games, and they'll win some of them. Don't worry about it. If you lose, you lose. But even when you win, you still lose.

I'm sorry to have to say this, but when Otis Smith said he thought you were more competitive than this, when Chris Webber said he'll never compare you to Jordan again, when people say that this move shows a decided lack of courage: they're all right.

Enjoy the season. TTFN, Mike.