"GOD DAMN IT!"
LeBron fiercely slammed his locker door shut. Tears were streaming down his cheeks like the bricks streaming from his hands during the game. Faint chants of "LeBeta" and "LeBrick" and "LeChoke" were ringing in his ears. He hadn't felt this bad since he walked in on his mom and Delonte West.
"Don't worry Bron, we'll get 'em next year."
Dwayne Wade soft hand stroking LeBron's arm was a small comfort. Dwayne had been LeBron's shoulder to cry on the entire series, and the only thing that kept him stable through the first five games.
"Shower down boys, and take your time. We have long set of interviews set up." The dissapointment in Erik's voice sent shivers down LeBron's spine. He had let his coach down.
Maybe it was the stress of the Finals or the strong feeling of being beta, but LeBron couldn't stop glancing at his teammates Dwayne and Chris as they were lathering themselves, heads held low. He had felt so close to them throughout the season. Dwayne could see LeBron's quick glances through the corner of his eye. He paused for a moment before slowly walking over. Dwayne caressed LeBron's cheek, wiping a few errant tears away.
"Don't worry LeBron, you don't need a stupid ring to be happy."
Chris Bosh, feeling the sexual tension, bent over and looked back with his ostrich-like neck, stretching his anus wide...
"Hey LeBron, I got a hole you can put your finger in..."