It’s LeBron James’ world, we’re just living in it.

Didn’t know?

Now you know, Braylon Edwards.

He was traded a day after reportedly punching a member of James’ posse.
The King was quick to use the incident to further perpetuate his demigod image, bragging about being a model role model.

Please.

I know you’ll think the “Hateorade” is spiked here.

I don’t think LeBron is genuine. He’s power thirsty.

Winner of the genetic power ball? Yes.

Competitive, smart, hard-working, once-in-a-generation basketball player? Of course.

The Chosen One, self-infatuated, obsessed for followers?

Here’s the thing:

The people are fickle. The people can’t handle human flaw.

See Michael Jordan’s Hall of Fame speech. Yeah, Jordan was petty, bitter, arrogant and stubborn. We get it — he’d beat his kids in Go Fish without pause. MJ’s been known to cheat in cards.

But I loved it — that was the real MJ.

What happened to the old American hero? It’s clearly not the one with a thousand faces.

Hollywood, like the sports world, has catered to a base population with white bread tastes.

Go put in another Vin-Diesel movie, Rambo.

How do you break through the barrier?

You don’t. You follow the script.

And LeBron has you eating from his hands.