
The decision by the fine folks at Sports Illustrated to name LeBron James the Sportsman of the Year for 2012 is hardly shocking. If anything, the only surprise to come from this latest award for the self-proclaimed “King” is that he’s just the 6th NBA player to ever receive the honor, joining Dwayne Wade (’06), Tim Duncan and David Robinson (’03), Michael Jordan (1991), Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (1985) and Bill Russell (1968). As for the actual merits and what this award actually represents, though, does James actually deserve it?
Sure. Why not?
To be very honest, I spent most of the morning trying to think of anyone who deserved this honor over James, and I came up with very few results. At first, I wanted to write a Skip Bayless-esque Jason Whitlock-ian essay about why it should have been Dwight Howard, but that really wouldn’t have been any fun for you. Then, I wanted to come up with the “GRRRRRRRR, I HATE LEBRON JAMES!” list of reasons why he doesn’t deserve the award, but that attitude has sort of run its course.
And let’s face it, once the Miami Heat won the NBA championship and took away our nuclear arsenal against the easiest man in sports to hate, this Sportsman of the Year recognition was locked up. He would have had to eaten, digested and pooped out a trash can full of puppies on a Fox News special, hosted by Glenn Beck and Chris Matthews, while Keith Olbermann and Bill O’Reilly wrestled orphans in a pool of pudding to lose this thing.
But I’ll let SI’s brass explain why James deserves this.



You see, Subway was the sponsor for the Sportsman of the Year Award, and despite the fact that they didn’t name the nominees or the winner (and despite the fact the only connection to sports it has is giving Blake Griffin somewhere to eat breakfast) they have to pay for Vick’s dog-fighting past. I guess the animal rights group was okay eating at Subway despite decades of systematic slaughter of animals for food processing, but can’t handle this one football player who killed fewer dogs in his lifetime than the staff on a routine weekend at the city pound. And then there’s the more important point of “don’t you have something better to do with your life than eating Subway and watching the BET Awards?”