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@Utdwavee Switch 1 and 2, and 3 and 4.

Top 10 most athletic players in NBA history 1. Wilt Chamberlain 2. LeBron James 3. Michael Jordan 4. Russell Westbrook 5. Derrick Rose 6. Vince Carter 7. Giannis Antetokounmpo 8. Zion Williamson 9. Dominique Wilkins 10. DwightHoward What would you change?

@LukaToBron @CookedBySteph Curry has never been better than Bron a day in his life. You can say he had a better season a couple times perhaps, but then you could say Karl Malone was BITW, Allen Iverson was BITW, etc. Bron was BITW from 2008-Solomon Hill Jokic 2021-2025

@CookedBySteph There’s just no possible justification for Curry in 2017

Modern BITWs ‘15-‘17 - Curry ‘18 - James ‘19 - Curry ‘20 - James ‘21-‘22 - Curry ‘23-‘24 - Jokić ‘25-‘26 - SGA

@CoachBroker @samesfandiari I’m nearly 50, family from Chicago. MJ was the 🐐 for many years. LeBron is much better than him at basketball, including peak for peak, particularly in the playoffs. And that’s ok…

If you were born after like 1985ish, you were not really old enough to remember Jordan play, and you’re just talking out your ass. It’s why I don’t compare Jordan to the greats before him. I wasn’t around or old enough to really watch and understand what I was seeing. But I’ve watched basketball since the late 80’s, consistently. And no one is close to peak MJ in this timeframe. Longevity? 🫡 LeBron. Not even close.

@jpsingaraju “Beautiful” doesn’t quite do it justice

AN OPEN LETTER OF APOLOGY TO MR. LEBRON RAYMONE JAMES —— Dear LeBron, I come before you today not as a fan, not as a hater, but as a sinner seeking absolution from the only man in recorded history who has ever beaten Father Time in a game of one-on-one, talked trash during it, and then signed Father Time's jersey afterward. I have wronged you, King. I have wronged you grievously. I have wronged you in group chats. I have wronged you in comment sections. I have wronged you in front of friends, that "he's not even top 5 anymore" and I watched the light leave their eyes. I have carried that sin for months. Because tonight I witnessed a SPECTACLE. Tonight I witnessed a MARVEL. Tonight I witnessed a 41-year-old man, in his 23rd professional season, in a league full of genetic freaks who were in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL when he was already an All-Star, casually stroll into Toyota Center and remind an entire generation that the throne was never vacant, we were just looking at the wrong chair. I was a doubter. Say it with me. I. Was. A. Doubter. I said "the minutes are down." I said "the burst isn't there." I said "he's a compiler now" as if compiling 40,000 points is something you can do by accident, as if I could compile a grocery list without forgetting the eggs. I watched this man drop 19-8-13 in Game 1 with EIGHT assists in the FIRST QUARTER and I said "yeah but can he score?" I watched him go 28-8-7 in Game 2, strangle Kevin Durant to three second-half points, get to the line 14 times, throw down a two-handed dunk with 55 seconds left to seal it, and become THE ONLY PLAYER OVER 40 TO LEAD A PLAYOFF RUN IN POINTS, REBOUNDS, AND ASSISTS; and I, a clown, a fool, a man with functioning eyeballs and a functioning brain refusing to speak to each other. I said "let's see Game 3." Well. I saw Game 3. Let's talk about the last 26 seconds. Let's sit with the last 26 seconds. Let's LIVE in the last 26 seconds, because I will be living there, rent-free, for the remainder of my natural life. They were up SIX. Six points. In TWENTY-SIX seconds. That is a possession and change. That is a timeout and a commercial break. That is the window between "I should order food" and "never mind I'll just eat cereal." Toyota Center was SHAKING. The crowd was on its feet. The Rockets bench was already doing that little celebratory bounce, that premature bounce, that bounce that says "we got it." Somewhere in Houston, a man was pulling a Bud Light out of the fridge. Somewhere in Houston, a woman was texting her husband "told you." Somewhere in Houston, a child was being lifted onto his father's shoulders. The building was BOOKED. The building was CLOSED. The building was, as far as every person in it was concerned, a W. And then LeBron looked at the scoreboard. And then LeBron looked at the clock. And then LeBron decided, in what I can only describe as a cosmic, galaxy-brain, Men-in-Black-neuralyzer moment, that this was not going to be how the evening ended for any of us. What followed was not basketball. It was an exorcism. It was a man methodically walking through a haunted house turning off the lights one by one. Steal. Three. Somewhere in there a pass so audacious I started shaking in a hot room. The Toyota Center crowd went from LOUDEST BUILDING IN AMERICA to a library to a funeral to one of those silent monasteries where monks take a vow and only communicate through bells. You could hear the HVAC system. You could hear a Rockets fan, three rows up, whisper "no." You could hear the ghost of Hakeem Olajuwon apologize to the city on LeBron's behalf. Twenty-six seconds. SIX POINTS. He did not close the gap. He did not tie the game. He OPENED the gap in the other direction. He took the Rockets' lead, folded it in half, folded it in half again, and put it in his pocket like a receipt he might need for taxes. The scoreboard operator had to Ctrl+Z his entire career. The broadcast director cut to Austin Reaves on the bench and Austin Reaves had the face of a man who has just seen God and is slightly annoyed he didn't get a heads up. I watched it happen. I watched it happen LIVE. I have to be honest with you, I have to be honest with myself, I have to be honest with the NBA league office, the Basketball Hall of Fame, and God Almighty: I am not okay. I have not been okay since he hit the three. Archaeologists will one day unearth my twitter post and carbon-date it to "the night LeBron did the thing." Six points. Twenty-six seconds. A team, a building, a city, a narrative: dismantled. Not beaten. DISMANTLED. Taken apart piece by piece like IKEA furniture in reverse. The Rockets did not lose that game. They were disassembled on live television and shipped back to the warehouse with a note that said "return to sender, 41-year-old in aisle." So here, formally, in writing, with my full legal name attached and a witness present, is my apology: I, Jathin Pranav Singaraju, of sound mind and recently shattered worldview, do hereby and forever APOLOGIZE to LeBron Raymone James Sr. for every slanderous, disrespectful, hot-taking, podcast-brained, Twitter-poisoned, bad-faith, Jordan-stan-adjacent, ring-culture-addled, "he had help," "he left Cleveland," "he left Cleveland again," "the Heatles," "the block was a travel," "Kawhi did it with less," "MJ went 6-0," "but the 73-win Warriors," "but the 3-1 lead," "but load management," "but the minutes restriction," "but the Lakers are a play-in team," "but he can't close anymore," "but he's a regular season guy now," "but but but" — take that I have ever uttered, thought, liked, retweeted, or silently agreed with in my heart. I renounce them. All of them. I renounce them in this life and, should the technology become available, the next. I will never doubt you again. Not in this series. Not in this playoff run. Not in this career. Not in any GOAT debate, at any bar, in any group chat, at any wedding, at any funeral, at any deposition. If you come back next year at 42 averaging a 30-point triple-double I will not be surprised. If you come back at 45 coaching yourself I will not be surprised. If you are inducted into the Hall of Fame and then UN-inducted because you are somehow still playing I will not be surprised. If you erase a six-point deficit in twenty-six seconds again next week, on a Tuesday, against a random team, for no reason, just to remind us. I will not be surprised. The bar is on the floor. The bar is underground. The bar is in the Mariana Trench. The bar has achieved enlightenment and moved on. I am sorry, King. I am so, so sorry. I was wrong. The throne was never empty. Long live the King.

@WildcatsTongue @NBAStatGuy_ It’s Kareem and that’s absolutely right

Michael Jordan is closer to whoever is 3rd than he is to LeBron

@TommyGunnNBA Bron clearly has the highest playoff peak. Reg season peak is close.

I get we’re being prisoners of the moment. I got caught up in too. LeBron has the greatest longevity ever. Zero debate there. But, no one has ever peaked as high as MJ from 1987-93. He levitated above the game.

@MythNix @hoopshype Definitely…

@hoopshype I would disagree with age 24, 27 and 28…

Apropos of nothing, we pitted LeBron vs. MJ at each age. hoopshype.com/story/sports/n…

@LakersLead Shoe sales bro

Give me on ACTUAL reason why LeBron is not the goat

@ThaLakerNation It’s been over for quite some time for anyone open to it

LeBron is somehow having productive playoff minutes with Bronny, LaRavia and Vaderbilt on the floor the goat shit might actually be over

@Covers @BronMuse It hasn’t been a debate for half a decade

Maybe the craziest stat in the GOAT debate... 👑 LeBron James playoff wins: 187 🏀 Chicago Bulls playoff wins: 187 Is it really still a debate? 🤔 (h/t @BronMuse)

@roadto80pct Also, 3-4 of the turnovers were passes his teammates absolutely should’ve grabbed

lebron gotta clean up the passing for game 4 he was too careless today. some of it was definitely being tired, but even earlier in the game he was making some wacky passes you won, you're up 3-0, it's all good. just clean it up and sweep

@bol_dont_lie @TheLeadSM @LakersLead Lolol

LeBron is averaging 25/9/8 in the ‘26 Playoffs. No player older than 33 has ever averaged 25/8/8 over a 3 game span in the Playoffs. LeBron is 41.

@roadto80pct Bron is closer to being their best player than being the third best player

"two best players" its the postseason we dont have to tell that lie anymore

@MediJo20 @LBJgoat_talk @twnkiehuntr Peak as good as anyone’s regular season. Postseason peak is clearly best.

Best young player, best old player, peak as good as anyone’s, most versatile player, most consistent player, most playoff wins and playoff series wins, best elimination game stats, changed the NBA player/owner dynamic, has nearly every longevity record all while being “face of the league” for 2 decades with no on the court or off the court scandals

"Best player ever does best player ever shit"

LeBron James, at 41, sat for 1 minute and 53 seconds in the 2nd half and overtime. Remarkable game.

@wstgoat7 @5thringontheway 100% this

Fuck greatest basketball player LeBron is the greatest athlete of all time idc

@MIK3MCDANIEL @BronGotGame He’s also one if the greatest defensive players of all time, particularly in the playoffs

this is the greatest offensive player in NBA history, greatest floor raiser in NBA history, greatest NBA player ever PERIOD the fuck was jordan doing at this age

@NoahGarfinkel This right here is a grown man’s take. Not an emotionally weak one.

@theblockspot @futur3memori3s It’s been widening for 6 years now…

LeBron James at 17… ELITE. LeBron James at 21… ELITE. LeBron James at 25… ELITE. LeBron James at 29… ELITE. LeBron James at 33… ELITE. LeBron James at 37… ELITE. LeBron James at 41… ELITE. The GOAT debate is over. Only question is how big the gap is.

@BFW @twnkiehuntr Real man

I’m tired of pretending LeBron James isn’t the best basketball player in the history of the sport. I think I will be living my truth from here on out.