Brown Derby Tipper

Dear Mr. NBA All star player with the funky cool hair cut and the jeans jacket on backwards,
Lebron, I am amazed.  In about seven years you went from international sensation to international sore loser.  I am not interested in your statistics and I don't care if you have a big house, golf clubs that can hit the moon or a car that speeds through the tunnels backwards.  I just want you to come home and make the people in my life happy.  They miss you like they miss the kite that broke away from the string and floated to the neighbors yard across the train tracks that you can never retrieve because the train that passes is never going to end and it always is an impediment to crossing the tracks every day and every minute.  So Lebron, its a blessing to have friends and all and I love to see you party it up and have a life, but really what were you thinking when you tossed aside a chance to make history for a chance to just get some bling.   Thanks Lebron.  I guess what was in our hearts was never meant to be.  But that's ok.  If you come home and I pass you on the highway, please forgive my license plate that says "LBJLOSE".  I really just wanted to make my friends laugh when we were really crying.  Good luck with those apples.