Well this creature of D.N.A structure blessing the basketball courts was born on 30.12.1984... so im thinking thats closer to Christmas then the other perfect dude we remember this time of year, so the battle for King Raymone's birth King naming rights mantle is on like donkey kong!
But lately his level of "piss the world off at every opportunity" is off the charts! i guess you could say it started when he clearly quit during the N.B.A finals last year, or the choice to leave his home town Cavs and go from most loved person in America to most hated and an approval rating lower the Barack Obama, my boy Raymone is on a slippery slope of hatred which for the dietry concerned isnt a bother if your rich and talented. Whoever is directing this guy is drinking behind the wheel i give you the tip!
He left Ohio without truely saying O-Bye-O, signed with Miami, or should i say "took his talents to south beach" to join his pillow biting homies C.B. & flash a.k.a i dont want to be called flash. All 3 of these Coloured superstars signed deals worth over $110 million dollars and had the basketball world a buzz.
Raymone spent his first cheque on a 10 million dollar cubby house for funsies... yet his girlfriend and 2 sons stayed back in Ohio, Akron to be exact, so really he just blew 10 million on what would equate to be a 1 bedroom apartment with 9 extra bedrooms?
I guess King Raymone needed a castle to rest his weary bobble head... the head which has grown so large that it has N.A.S.A sending up satelites to orbit it and conduct press interviews with the worlds new king of the jungle. It's this ego which has meant i have jumped off his band wagon, he is clearly suffering a servere cause of dickhead-itis and i can no longer cheer for the man in fear of it being "whatever the word is where i may catch the before mentioned disease"
Yet he is still on his merry way with his new found friends in south beach, proving he is a tosser before each and every game, but the game just hasnt been as fun for him, Miami is in struggletown early on in the season and are being crippled by a lack of big men (that being men big in stature, they dont lack the 3 big men with big wangs hanging off there foreheads) here are 2 of the men who like playing with their wangs after early season losses.
Mind you they do pull off some rather amazing moments....
But still i outrageously deny the opportunity to cheer, for the pure unadulterated hatred of the Chosen one even if he does have a hair saving plan which i may be interested in... a simple 7 year process to reverse hairs unwillingness to sprout! which i am sure he will market!
And truely after all this waffling, i can only get to my actual point about his birth and my disdain for his life in general.. Raymone turns 26 in 5 days and he is looking for sponsers to pony up cash to fund the celebration.
The actual birthday party will be celebrated on December 30 at the Coco Deville lounge in Miami's Gansevoort Hotel, which i presume to be a hip choice? but it doesn't end there. Raymones handlers are creating an eleven-stop eleven city birthday tour for companies who want their products and brand names shoved in front of young hipsters commonly known as tag along dumb people with diamond necklaces and leased ferraris with hookers for girlfriends. It's called the LeBron "King" James Full Court Birthday Celebration. For 500k you can sponser his birthday, for serious! there is a power point presentation that if i could work out how to attach it to my blog you would be gazing at a mind numbing proposal of stupidity of the black variety! So in closing. Raymone, you are a patchy skinned wart wearing a singlet and getting paid lots for it, but i hate you and the world will follow me cause i just blogged about you. My blogs big time Bron Bron! lights out!
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