LeBron James capped a long, strange trip (if you can consider two years lengthy) since his divisive decision with a triple-double to capture the championship he was convinced he couldn't in Cleveland (he was correct when it came to that crummy crew, but somehow he made changing co-workers controversial). By whipping the Thunder - and leading his team in points, assists, rebounds, minutes played, free throws made in the title-taking tilt - James insured that his ceaseless and caustic critics will have to find a new whipping boy next season. It has to feel liberating, to transition from being lambasted to lionized, which is what winning does to a persuasive press (ourselves included). It reshaped Dirk Nowitzki's reputation and LeBron's should be restored; redeemed at least in the eyes of the rational. Like Kevin Spacey in Superman Returns, James was miscast as a villain (or at least played the part poorly).
On the whole, fans are both forgiving and forgetful*. In the months that follow (and assuming there's no letdown from LeBron in London), James will be considered clutch now that he's clutched the Larry O'Brien trophy. For those who need to re-direct the rage that has become part of their routine since July 8, 2010 or who will miss finding fault in famous public figures, well, there's always the 2012 Presidential race.
*it probably has something to do with all the lite beer they drink; Miller mitigates meanness and memories
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