Who's bigger than Justin Beiber (and by association, The Public Good) in American pop culture? LeBron, LeBron, LeBron (which you can sing to the tune of Beiber/TPG's "Baby, Baby, Baby," btw).
This report on "The Decision" from Honorary Public Goodsman Rett Snotherly, editor of "Ah, Bartleby!" --
The lowpoint of sports in the 21st Century was the LeBron special last night. As a lover of pop culture, I had no choice but to watch despite the fact that it will cost me an extra century in purgatory. The first thing I noticed was that the show was simply titled "The Decision" because, y'know, it was even more momentous than a presidential election, which they at least label with a year such as "Decision 2008." Someone like Chuck Klosterman needs to write a scathing piece on this. Like how on God's green earth did they get Wilbon on the set? Like how could not an ounce of irony be demonstrated by anyone? Like, how could someone not acknowledge something like "Hey, this is ridiculous but the fire's out of control so here we go." Stuart Scott needs to go to jail for 2 months. Satan got a baker's dozen in 60 minutes. And -- it was so money -- that Jim Gray, the person on the planet least qualified for his job, did the interview where he and LeBron used the word "process" twenty times in one minute. (That's actually not an exaggeration.) As our friend J said, if you are LeBron leaving Cleveland (and Northern Ohio for that matter) you do not throw it in their face like this.
The most awesome part of the show was when LeBron said "Miami" and the audience, comprised mostly of kids, made a slight groan followed by silence. LeBron seemed to get a little rattled by this, and he should have, because it's exactly how everyone outside of Miami, the worst sports city in the country, reacted.