If you haven’t been following the NBA Finals, well, that’s a shame. But you’re in luck because you haven’t missed the grand finale—tonight is Game 7.
And to get you up to speed, here’s what you need to know:
A) You’ve been missing out on arguably the most exciting series since the Jordan era.
B) Of all the storylines that have emerged, the most captivating one happened late in Game 6: LeBron James lost his signature headband during play, and in a reverse-Samson-effect, he seemed to gain power from shedding the headwear, willing his team to a spectacular overtime victory.
C) Which brings us to:
It’s good to be king.
LeBron James picked up his fourth NBA MVP trophy over the weekend, wearing a suit as equally spectacular as his feat: a well-cut navy kit featuring a Cucinelli-esque 1.5-breasted jacket with peak lapels (and an unfussy usage of pocket square to boot).
It’s advanced coursework in NBA suiting and shows a marked maturity over the louder, more adventurous stuff we’re seeing at postgame press conferences from the youngsters these days. But James’s style maturation didn’t happen overnight. Looking at the past five years of LeBron’s MVP-dom (stretching back to his stay golden years in Cleveland), the guy has come a long way.
This unlikely jazz combo comes from a Rémy Martin party last night, in celebration of Chris Bosh’s 28th birthday. (He’s the one on the left, for non-ESPN-watchers.) Naturally, LeBron James and Dwyane Wade tagged along, and before long the Heat’s big three had formed an impromptu jazz trio.
It’s always nice to see Wade showing off his bolero skills, but we’re more concerned with Mr. James’s position on the drums. There’s something troubling about seeing him there, the same feeling we’ve felt in more than a few Miami Heat games recently—a single, soul-consuming thought that explains the cloud of disappointment that’s followed King James his whole career.
Maybe LeBron James is a drummer at heart.
The Reentry: February 27
1. Billy Crystal told a Flomax joke.
2. Meryl Streep won Best Actress for a film about a prime minister who hasn’t been relevant for 20 years.
3. Woody Allen won Best Screenplay for a film about writers who’ve been dead for 50 years.
4. A silent film won the rest.
If you haven’t checked your mailbox recently, we’ve got some good news. Another round of glossy style advice has arrived on the nation’s collective doorstep, and
In fact, this month’s haul was particularly interesting because of Esquire’s latest Big Black Book—a glossy tome filled with all the intricacies of style too involved for the general subscriber base. That means dark rum, exotic leathers and all manner of Italian suiting.
Of course, it’s not all good advice—so we’re stepping in to tell you what to read, what to try and what to avoid at all costs.
It can be hard to know, in general, how to behave. So we’ve taken it upon ourselves to lay it all out in one place—an etiquette column to end all etiquette columns. We’ll be tackling one befuddling situation at a time until all awkwardness has been driven from the earth. Take it to heart.
It’s a familiar moment: you’re coming to the end of an evening with a friend or business associate. He’s headed to his car and you’re headed to yours, but first you need some final physical gesture to mark your parting.
The standard is the handshake—a firm, businesslike way to conclude an interaction. It’s a perfectly respectable option (despite what the germophobes might tell you), but if you feel a sudden surge of fellowship, you may decide to go in for a hug.
Since fashion magazines exist mostly to be talked about, it’s hard to know what counts as a controversy.
For instance, what should we make of the squabble over *Vogue*’s April cover? Various blogs took Annie Liebowitz’s Lebron-Gisele pairing as a racially-inappropriate King Kong reference. (For the record, we were more concerned with the effect on Lebron’s shot at the championship.)
But making the press rounds, there haven’t been many folks willing to weigh in. The NAACP has gone on record saying it prefers to deal with “weightier issues,” a back-handed way of saying, “don’t call here again.” LeBron himself seems to think the playoffs count as a weightier issue.
And he’s probably right.
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