Anyone with eyes who watched the Knicks' game against the Miami Heat could see it clearly: Randolph's skill was not an issue, and his attitude was even less of one.
He had clearly put on an act for Portland, and for the entire league as well.
LeBron James watched Randolph's performance against the Heat and fell silent.
He was speechless for a long, long time, a heavy feeling weighing on his chest.
Finally, he called his General Manager. "Why didn't we trade for Randolph? Don't you know how well his style of play complements mine? He's practically a partner tailor-made for me by God. When his trade value was so low, we could have easily snagged a bargain, but you missed it."
"I want to win! I desperately want to win. But you know as well as I do, if the King is always leading the charge alone with no reliable help, how is this kingdom supposed to surge to the top?"
James's accusation was so intense.
And so full of resentment.
