At 4am this morning I had just finished watching The Newsroom and was about to go to bed. In the middle of Jeff Daniels’ big speech about why the police were the true heroes of the Boston Marathon bombings, my puppy Rosie threw up. This lead to a quick cleaning of the couch and a trip outside as I tiredly muttered to Rosie how she was the best thing in my life even though she still shits in the house sometimes. After we had both relieved ourselves on the lawn, I decided to check Twitter before we went to bed.
Late night Twitter can be a lonely place, but as my feed refreshed, I smiled.
That’s LeBron James, the best basketball player in the world, up at just over 4am local time in Akron. He and his wife Savannah welcomed their third child Zhuri into the world just last month. And even though Daddy almost put up a triple-double Monday night while leading the Cavs over the New Orleans Pelicans with 32 points, he’s sometimes just like the rest of us, taking care of the baby in the wee hours of the morning.
The replies to this tweet veered in curios directions, as is customary on late-night Twitter.
Many were nostalgic or supportive, expressing the sentiment of “boy I have been there.”
Others jumped right back to bickering about basketball.
And one man simply kept it “100.”
Personally, I think it’s comforting to know that no matter how good his low post game gets, no matter how many double-doubles he puts up this season, sometimes his kid is going to throw up in the middle of the night and he’s going to have to clean it up. Kudos to you King James. Best wishes to you, your family, and Kevin Love. Please feel free to post pictures next time.
Tweets will be Watching.