Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Return of Ego the Living Planet

I know Harrison said "back to hockey" in his last post, but the off-season revelations of the extent of LeBron James' ego have been fascinating. The latest development is the posting of an article on by Arash Markazi, who gave a first-person report from inside the over-the-top weekend-long party LeBron was paid to host in Vegas. The article was subsequently removed, but an enterprising fellow saved it in its entirety and uploaded the story for all to enjoy.

Ball Don't Lie covered the highlights of the article, so I won't go too in-depth. Suffice it to say, I endorse the new nickname of Mr. Cool Cakes, though I bemoan the fact that my own new nickname for LeBron, Ego the Living Planet, likely won't catch on.

Here's my favorite part of the festivities:

About a dozen security guards, moving their flash lights, direct us to a roped off section on the dance floor of Tao next to a couple of apparently nude women in a bathtub full of water and rose petals. [...]

Carter, LeBron's' childhood friend and manager, begins dancing around James like Puff Daddy in a Notorious B.I.G video. A giant red crown-shaped cake is brought over to James while go-go dancers dressed in skimpy red and black outfits raise four lettered placards that spell out, "KING." Carter grabs a bottle of Grey Goose and pours a quarter of it on the floor and raises it up before passing it off.

When I think of a Vegas party, it definitely features naked bathtub ladies. Okay, that's not the least bit true. His "manager" dancing around him is incredibly silly and the ridiculous self-promotion of the "KING" placards is a little sad. You can see the bottom of the placards in the picture above.

Best quote from the "king" himself comes in reference to a drink server suspended above the club floor:
"I wish they'd have one of these girls with no panties do that instead of the guy."
Wow. That's unfortunate.


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