The declaration harkened back to a teenaged Kobe Bryant, Oakley shades resting on his shaved head, cocksurely announcing that he was skipping college to join the NBA. But it lacked all of the youthful charm, naivety replaced with narcissism in the eyes of many who watched the audacious spectacle unfold. James’s “Decision” remains one of the glaring blemishes on a relatively pristine career that has already reserved prime shelf space among the greatest to ever do it. The show became a Maury-Povich-style, made-for-TV breakup from a championship-starved city that adored and worshipped him in an unhealthy way. In dumping his frumpy long-time love for a prettier, sexier alternative offering rings and things, James immediately and reluctantly became the NBA’s resident villain.