Or, I ran into Shane Battier at the worst bar in downtown Cleveland* back in February** and we had a nice chat.
It was February 16, a Thursday. The Heat were in town to play (crush) the Cavs the next day, and were probably staying in a nearby hotel (Key Tower Marriot? Who knows.). So Battier walks in and sits at the bar to get a bite to eat.
When I saw him I was of course like, “Hey! Shane Battier!,” and closed in for the attempted gladhanding/photo opp/pep talk. Battier was graciously receptive.
I started in with a few Wojo floor slaps,*** which gave way to my intro on how, as a person who himself specializes in dagger 3-balls and suffocating defense when on the basketball court, I had a lot of respect for Battier’s game.
With that foundation established, I went on to explain to Battier that there are a lot of folks in the Cleveland area who recognize an astonishingly reductive and regressive demonization campaign for what it is, who have forgiven LeBron for his mistakes in leavi...