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Every time I watch you grace the presence of the basketball court, I start to tear up.
You are simply unbelievable on the court.
The way your foot will land and pick up on the ground is stunning. The way you can shoot the jumpshot effortlessly is amazing.
Even off the court, you are phenomenal.
You made Bronny and Bryce, two great followers in your footsteps! LeBron, you are MY sublime king. The way you embrace the crown is stunning, to simply put it. When you joined the Los Angeles Lakers, the East released a sigh of relief. Your overpowering prominence might have been over in the East, but the West had a new problem. You started to dominate. You put the Lakers into the light. You won a ring.
Thank you, LeGoat. My king.