The NBA and its elite media is trying to tell us we have to “move on” and somehow we should view LeBron James as a sympathetic figure.

Pardon me if I feel the way I want to. I don’t change feelings because I’m told to. My feelings are mine. Yours are yours. Nothing can change that.

This is not about LeBron James as a person. I don’t know him and have done only a few group interviews of him. I also would be a fool not to see his greatness on the court. I’ve seen him dominate at the Bradley Center in person. He is such an impressive physical specimen that the court sometimes seem too small for him.

Truth be known, I didn’t even root for him in Cleveland. Obviously he was in the same division as the Bucks and I find it hard to like anybody nicknamed “King” in high school. I know that’s not his fault. The media anointed him very early on. Also, there’s a big difference between hating somebody and not being fan of them. I certainly don’t hate him as a person.

Adversity is something to happens to you that you have no control over. A  child with cancer or a parent dying suddenly is real adversity. “Adversity” is not facing high expectations that you brought on yourself because you had a national TV special about where you were going to “take your talents” and then made silly statements about multiple titles at a pep rally. Of course you’re expected to win. You invited that.

As for the people of Cleveland, they might never “move on” and I can’t say I blame them. When your homegrown star leaves you on national television, you have every right to be bitter. Please don’t expect them to be happy for LeBron after being tossed aside. Very seldom does a jilted spouse ever forget the pain.

I picked the Heat before the playoffs and I’ll stick with the prediction that they will win it all. But I hope the Thunder wins. I’ll feel the way I want to.