Lebron and my unhealthy relationship

A bromance, a man crush, a "unhealthy relationship," a creepy obsession, blind loyalty, these are some the terms used to describe my love of a Mr. Lebron Raymone James. 

Lebron has given me more joy, yet has caused me more pain, then any person currently alive. I have followed every game and action of his since I was taken to his freshman high school game with my dad. It was a magical time with StV winning the State championship that year and from then on I was hooked. 

There were the exciting moments in high school: Lebron appearing on SI's cover, the media trucks and reports always outside the school, Shaq coming to one of the games, but the greatest moment came  on a cool fall day. I was wandering the halls with my polo shirt and backpack half empty, an innocent freshman whose life was about to change. I was waiting for my sister to come out of some meeting and it was 10 min after school had let out. As I rounded the corner there Lebron and several other members of the basketball team were, standing against that famous wall with all the flyers on it. I calmly tried to walk past but was spotted. Lebron pointed at me then picked me up. (At the time my height was around 4'11" weighing maybe 105 when wet.) He placed me ever so gently on the top of a locker so that I was eye level with me and said "Man you are really short," almost wetting my pants (in a manly way) I replied "You are really tall." It was like we were old friends busting chops and laughing the night away. One of the football players who knew my sister yelled "Hey put that kid down he's cool." The party was over and I was put down on the ground. Lebron joked "Don't sue me or anything" and I replied "My dad is a lawyer." He laughed with his friends and we parted ways. 

During the brief exchange a spark lite inside of me, the gayest straight friendship of my life had begun.