Organic Versus Artificial

There is a reason why organic produce at your local grocer costs more than its non-organic counterpart. Its purer. Its more natural. It isn’t induced with chemical shields to develop more crop at a reap of quick satisfaction while at a cost of quality.

There is equally a reason why so many fans scoff at the synthetic construction of the Miami Heat. And its not because those fans are simply “drinking hater-ade.” Its because true fans of the game appreciate natural development above truly manufactured assembly.

While the talents of Dwayne Wade, LeBron James and Chris Bosh are as undeniable as the sun rising in the East, the ersatz teaming of the trio is just as contrarily conspicuous as is evident the display their elite skill.

They are roundly rooted against, and rightfully so.  Every unbiased eye wants to see the prognosticator who has the nerve to suppose instant gratification while holding a stacked deck, bust out in the end.

When the Heat are compared to great teams who featured great superstars of years past, the incontrovertible fact remains that the level that the Heat have hyped in plastic has never been seen before.  Call it a factor of today’s free-agency culture if you so choose.  To do so is a cop out on the real underlying themes and bona-fide idiosyncrasies of all-time great winners.

The everlasting royalty of champions that have endured similar burdens all share one abiding trait – losing at the pinnacle didn’t make them look instantly for alternate ways around the obstacle.  They stayed steadfast, and ultimately in the end, reaped the benefits.  This is something LeBron James will never have the opportunity to experience, by his own discretion, due to the decided departure from his native franchise, in which he transparently, hastily and prematurely decreed could never become a winner.

This is the result of his “decision.”  A now artificial attempt by his own naive decree.

The prime example of this true winners dynamic is the plight of Jerry West.  After being unceasingly beaten by Boston and even New York, year after year, in seven straight attempts at an NBA crown, did he strive to team up with the Celtics or the Knicks at any point therein?  No.

That was the last thing a true champion like West ever considered.  On his eight try he finally made good on his crusade, which in his own words, eventually made it all worth it.  And I’m quite sure it truly did.

This is what true champions do.  They don’t relinquish to become some sort of Robin on a team that already has a Batman, they instead, endure, endlessly, and live with the results, without the expense of selling out.

The supposed “best player in the NBA” has never been obtained before through free-agency, in accompaniment with another top 10 NBA player through the same avenues, to already join a team that features a top 3 NBA supernova.  All other great champions past have accrued, wait, there’s that word again, organically.

There is no precedence that can be sited that equals the lengths the Heat have grasped in their effort to fabricate a champion.  The level at which they have reached to tops them all.  This is precisely why fans defy them, and this fact needs to ultimately be recognized and realized, whether you can see through the “modern, free-agency world” smokescreen or not.  It is abundantly evident, staring all in denial square in the face.

All this being considered, there are still fans who want to load their salad with packaged and commercialized ingredients, who’s only purpose is for the sake of getting over on the system at the expense of the authentic element.

I’ll always pay more to have something brought to my plate that was grown and cultured and tended over time – not pay less for something that was thrown together in short-cutting imitation for a cheap bite.

Take it back to the chef.  Thanks.  Check, please.