In my heart of hearts, the one person I honestly feel took "The Decision" harder than anyone outside of dudes who write in Comic Sans MS font is Month Williams. People can talk about how much the economy was affected both positively and negatively pre and post "The Decision" you could also debate the way we view Month Williams has been affected in the same manner. From being just another dude in Milwaukee who was low-key one of the most under appreciated players in the league to being traded to Cleveland and instantly being the second best player on the squad on a title contender. This is the boost any player would want...right?
"Oh when it all...it all falls down..." - Syleena Johnson
The man went from being Batman's Robin to being a straight up herb before our very eyes. In the span of 11 months Month Williams went from tweeting this...
"Congrats to my homie @kingjames. Love u homie. It’s been great." - July 8th, 2010 from @mogotti2
"Dallas just healed my HEART........" - June 11th, 2011 from @mogotti25
What goes through the mind of Month Williams? How does one man go from a nobody in the league to being the Virgil to The Million Dollar Man LeBron DiBiase to being a nobody in the league again with a broken heart? Well....
**It is July 7th, one day before "The Decision". Month Williams is sitting on a sofa in his basement with a glass of Nuvo on the rocks on the table. He is on the phone with his mother having a discussion about the future of the Cleveland Cavaliers.**
Mo's Mom: Son, have you heard anything from LeBron yet?
Mo: You know I haven't talked to him in awhile, but knowing LeBron like I know LeBron, everything's going to be alright.
Mo's Mom: Okay...well, I'm going to go to bed. I hope everything works out for the team.
Mo: Yes ma'am, LeBron's got it under control. Love you mom, goodnight.
Mo's Mom: Goodnight dear.
(Mo sips some of the Nuvo and looks at all of the LeBron jerseys he's had framed and autographed on his wall and smiles in satisfaction, like a man does when he's finished working on a car or mowing a lawn.)
Mo: Tomorrow's going to be a great day.
**It is July 8th, one hour after "The Decision". Month Williams is sitting on a sofa in his basement with a bottle of 151 on the table. No glasses. No ice. Just a bottle. The man is visibly upset.**
Mo: WHAT IN THE HELL AM I GOING TO WITH ALL THESE JERSEYS??? ALL OF THESE NIKES? ALL OF THESE DOUBLE XL HEADBANDS THAT ARE TOO BIG FOR MY HEAD? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS BRON BRON? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BREAK MY HEART ON NATIONAL TELEVISION? WHYYYYYYYYY!!!!
(Mo guzzles a fifth of the 151, which is way too much hard liquor for the bird-chested little man and he nearly chokes himself out in the process. The phone rings, its Delonte West.)
Delonte: Hey man, just wanted to see if...
Mo: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, DON'T CALL ME EVER AGAIN!
(Mo hangs up the phone and throws it across the room and his T-Mobile Sidekick shatters into pieces. Mo slumps down on the wall and just stares at a photo of LeBron doing the "photo shoot" with his teammates before the game. He takes another sip of the 151 and passes out soon thereafter.)
**It is December 2nd. LeBron just hung 38 on the Cleveland Cavaliers in "The Return" and Mo Williams shot 2-8 from the field. Mo is looking for his Ray-Ban sunglasses in his locker and sees a walking highlighter stroll into the room. Its Craig Sager. Mo quickly finds his shades as Craig walks up.**
Mo: This can't be life...
Craig: I'm sorry?
Mo: Nothing man. I'm getting ready to leave, I'm not answering any questions.
Craig: Well, the people want to know your thoughts on LeBr...
Mo: I said I'm not answering any questions.
Craig: But let me ask you this one thing...
Mo: What man? You realize I'm about to go drink something that is about the same color as your suit right? Let me live man, damn.
Craig: Did LeBron ever give you any heads up before he made his "decision" in July?
(Mo Williams slowly takes off his shades and has the same blank stare on his face as he did on July 8th, almost glassy-eyed. You know, kinda like how Sting would look from the rafters back in the nWo days? Yeah, like that. A single tear falls from his right eye. Mo puts his Ray Ban's back on.)
Mo: .......nah. Nah he didn't.
(Mo exits the locker room. Boobie Gibson has witnessed this entire exchange and shakes his head in disgust. He pulls out his cell phone, and dials his girlfriend Keyshia Cole.)
Boobie: Keyshia, you should write a song about this scorned lover...goodness gracious.
**It is June 12th, Month Williams is sitting on the sofa in his basement with what looks to be a "Sex on the Beach" in a glass watching the end of the NBA Finals. Mo is wearing a JJ Barea jersey. After the game is over, he picked up his bedazzled T-Mobile Sidekick and tweets to the world that "Dallas just healed my HEART........" and begins to do a jig that only folks from Alabama know how to do. Shortly thereafter the phone rings, it is Mo's mama.**
Mo's mama: Well son, are you finally happy now?
Mo: Mom, I've never felt better! The weight of the world is finally off of my back!
Mo's mama: Well baby, I'm happy for you.
Mo: Thanks mom. Who knew that life could be so good? I get to throw alley-oops to Blake Griffin, live in Los Angeles, and LeBron lost to the Dallas Mavericks! I'm headed to Dallas now to celebrate!
Mo's mama: Uhhh...son, don't you think you're going overboard with this? I mean, its been almost a year now. You can let it go.
(Mo pauses for a second, and takes another sip of his Sex on the Beach. He begins to think about all of the VIP access he used to have, all of free Nike stuff he used to get, all the side pieces that LeBron would send his way, the "photo shoots", the egregious hand shakes that Mo would have to memorize and practice to get right to appease LeBron, and that glassy-eyed look began to come over his face again...)
Mo's mama: Hello? Maurice??? Maurice Ezekiel Williams!
Mo: Yes ma'am? Oh...I'm sorry mama. You're right, its over now. I can let it go. I love you mama...goodnight.
(Mo hangs up the phone and pours the rest of his "Sex on the Beach" into a nearby sink. Mo begins to turn out the lights and head to bed, when he walks by the old photo of LeBron doing the "photo shoot" with his old teammates. He stares at the picture for a few seconds, and does a fist pound to the photo then heads to bed.)
**It is July 8th, 2011. Month Williams is in Miami getting off the plane and begins to dial a number in his new iPhone. The call is answered.**
Mo: Yo Bron what up man, I'm in town. You picking me up from the airport or what?
LeBron: I got some Hennessy with your name on it fam, I'm on my way.