There are times when I’m pretty proud to call Northeastern Ohio home.
No, I haven’t lived there in over 13 years and the place is, generally, referred to as a shit hole, but one thing that it has going for it is some guy named LeBron James. The most polarizing athlete on the planet, James can basically do whatever the fuck he wants to, rolling around his hometown of Akron without a care in the world.
So, when the King said he wanted to premiere his new comedy in the 330 area code, you better believe that no one in Hollywood even questioned his decision. It’s what the four-time league MVP did on Friday, welcoming fellow castmates and crew from the new movie Trainwrecked to his hometown for its official release on Friday.
After a night on the red carpet, how does one recover from what I’d like to believe is a massive celebratory hangover? Scarfing down greasy burgers, obviously, as LeBron was was seen at his favorite fast-food joint, Swenson’s, hauling around Amy Schumer, Bill Hader and Judd Apatow in his convertible.
Just a few A-listers eating cheap grub and casually chilling in Akron, don’t mind them.