Yes, LeBron and Savannah James, come on home to the 330. Those are the thoughts of this Akron-based Cleveland Pop Culture reporter as I sit in the selfsame spot where the red star emblazoned on a rendering of Ohio with the word “Akron” in pretty script decorates the Instagram post of Lebron James’ wife on June 23. The cryptic social media status update has folks chattering over whether it is referring simply to the couple’s summer vacation plans or if it’s the first step to LeBron rejoining the Cleveland Cavaliers and bringing us that championship ring he promised so many years ago.
“Home sweet home!! The countdown is real! #330,” reads the description of Mrs_Savannahrj, posted a mere 18 hours ago from this writing on Instagram. It’s a 45-character long statement (with spaces, Microsoft Word tells this journalist) that has caused a tizzy among not just those of us in the 330 area code, but has allowed sportscasters to pontificate across the nation over the true intentions of King James. From the speakers at MaxLife Training bootcamp Monday on Romig Road, experts debated over whether the fact that the James Family kids are enrolled in local schools means that more than merely a stop home for a summer break is in the works.
Although ESPN reports that an unnamed source says Savannah’s Instagram post does indeed refer only to their summer vacation plans, sports pundits know that LeBron has until June 30 to make a decision. This reporter, for one, is hoping that the choice involves returning to the Cavs, which would mean a surge of hope for the city – and that the “Come Home LeBron” campaign wasn’t launched in vain. Like a forlorn girlfriend who was left to recover after her boyfriend cheated with that pretty lady named Miami, Akron awaits. South Beach may have been nice and tossed a couple of rings your way, but the three-peat wasn’t to be, and she didn’t provide as much support team-wise as you thought. Even Dwyane Wade admitted, “We were really feeling ourselves,” with that laser light show.
Oh well. All is forgiven, and we’re still here, LeBron, delighting when you make those surprise visits at the church’s gym or bring your basketball buddies and a broadcast camera to frolic and swim around in the health club pool whose name I shouldn’t mention – (I’ve learned a thing or two about HIPAA laws) – with all your boys, like Kevin Durant, etc., making movies that hopefully will turn up in scenes in your new “Survivor’s Remorse” comedy series, even though that’s shooting in Atlanta. It’s time to show your hometown even more love, and I seriously hope those were the opening strains of Swoope’s “King in Me” I heard on that promo.