It must be nice to be the oldest son of LeBron James, LeBron James Jr., who, in addition to having a dad who is the best baller on the planet, has shown that the basketball, err apple, didn’t fall too far from the tree.
That’s because the 11-year-old—who has already gotten some interest from college coaches—keeps humiliating kids his own age with nasty crossovers and stop-and-go’s that have to leave those poor adolescents crying to their mom’s.
I’m 20 years older than Bronnie and I guarantee he would make me look like a fucking moron if we ever played a game of one-on-one—and my ego couldn’t take something like that.