Swanson: LeBron and Bronny share sweet moment, now it’s out of the way
LOS ANGELES — So the Griffeys were there Tuesday.
Their presence on the baseline beneath the championship banners at Crypto.com Arena for the Lakers’ 110-103 season-opening victory against the Minnesota Timberwolves was a tip of the cap. A high-five from Major League Baseball’s first father-son duo to their friends, the Jameses, as they made history as the first father-son duo to play together in the NBA.
Don’t know about encouraging comparisons to the Griffeys. I mean, Ken Sr. was a three-time MLB All-Star taking the field with his kid before Ken Jr. became a 13-time All-Star and Hall of Famer. Tough act to follow.
Though, look, I see it. I saw it. Witnessed history Tuesday with my own eyes.
It was a sweet moment, Dad and son popping up off the bench together. ’Bron, mic’d up, having counseled Bronny moments before: “You ready? See the intensity? Just play carefree, though – don’t worry about mistakes. Just go out and play hard.”
Solid advice, Dad. And a special moment for a special family.
A three-minute spell that served as a tribute to Bronny’s strength, his resilience; we can’t forget how the 20-year-old guard has rebounded after suffering cardiac arrest last year at USC.
It was also, of course, a testament to LeBron’s unprecedented legacy and longevity – not only as arguably the greatest player the game has known, but as the power player in the NBA, entering Year 22.
And it was, by definition, historic. Never before been done. Never, ever.
Now, for the Lakers’ sake, hopefully it won’t be done again for a while – because at this point, Bronny shouldn’t be touching the court unless the game is out of hand, and LeBron shouldn’t be touching the court if the game is out of hand.
But that it happened at all with four minutes to go in the second quarter Tuesday? I don’t know what kind of way you feel about it, but it was … what it was. Predictable. Unsurprising. Expect the expected. And in the grand scheme of things, fine – it’s basketball, not international diplomacy. They’re playing a game, not operating on anyone.
LeBron got his son a job in the family business and how you feel about it doesn’t matter to him; he’s having fun.
And LeBron James is King.
All hail the King. Long live the King. Long play the King.
You think the Lakers were going to put their foot down and say, “Nah, ’Bron, don’t think we can. The back of our roster is shaky enough without adding a big-name project in the 15th slot…” Why would they? So LeBron could head off to any of the other teams that would have been willing?
Better to steady the bat signal that’s going out to any and all future kings who might someday venture west, in case Victor Wembanyama, or Giannis (and Thanasis) Antetokounmpo or Anthony Edwards should get to thinking about sitting on the throne in L.A.
Treating superstars like royalty is absolutely on brand for the Lakers, who didn’t hesitate to hamstring themselves salary-wise by making an aging Kobe Bryant the highest paid player in the league. And who weren’t going to blink at rostering two Jameses – both of whom are stars, for what it’s worth (a lot).
Millionaire influencers making millions of social media impressions daily. Making news. Moving merch. Selling more Summer League and South Bay tickets than any other more-talented newcomer would. Can’t deny that Bronny has some of his dad’s dial-moving chops. He was half the reason the crowd rose with them in unison Tuesday, cell phones out, recording for posterity.
That’s understandable. But it’s also understandable why common folk aren’t necessarily going to just go along with the notion that Bronny – who so far has been out-hustled by hungrier prospects and outsmarted by savvier ones, outmuscled by bigger guys and outplayed by basically anyone with NBA bonafides – has earned this rarefied opportunity all on his own.
Why the public at large might not be keen to focus its discourse on the new fall colors of the emperor’s birthday suit.
Why the back-to-back lobs LeBron is envisioning that he and Bronny could throw down won’t feel quite like watching Ken Sr. and Ken Jr. going yard in consecutive big league at-bats against the Angels in 1990.
“A pretty good father-son duo right there,” said Stan Van Gundy, one of TNT’s color commentators Tuesday, talking about the Griffeys. “Not bad,” deadpanned Ian Eagle, the play-by-play man whose 27-year-old son, Noah, is a young broadcasting star, the former Clippers radio voice who called the Olympic basketball action on NBC this summer.
Trying to fit the Griffeys’ feel-good narrative, organic and magical as it was, into the round hole that is the Lakers’ hoop only ups the colossal pressure on LeBron’s oldest heir, who by all accounts is proving professional and coachable on the job. Bronny got to work officially Tuesday by clocking in for those three innocuous minutes, collecting a rebound and missing his first couple looks.
As family stories go, they aren’t the same. But history is history.