Remember when Trinidad James was a thing? Remember how his video for “All Gold Everything” went viral with him in that that ridiculous Versace fit that had people dressed like him for Halloween?
Back in 2012, you couldn’t go anywhere without hearing his Top 40-charting single; “Popped a molly, I’m sweatin’/WOOOOO!” I saw dude perform a few months after the song dropped, and it was one of the most hyped concerts I’ve ever been to.
Don’t worry, I’m going somewhere with this.
Trinidad had a mixtape out that year a called Don’t Be S.A.F.E. The acronym stands for Sensitive As Fuck Everyday. Somebody pass that acronym over to LeBron James and the other 3 horsemen, or LRMR, or whatever they’re labeling themselves these days. In a recent interview with ESPN’s Jackie MacMullan (one of the absolute best in the business), New York Knicks General Manager Phil Jackson (listed on Benjamin’s #NoSlanderList) was asked if his friend Pat Riley’s tenure and legacy as Miami Heat president was affected by the departure of Bron and Dwyane Wade. Jackson responded as any Zen-master, Montana-bred, old White dude with an old-school sense of cool would, referring to Bron’s business partners and managers as his “posse.”
First, we got this Twitter response from Maverick Carter, widely regarded as James’ right-hand man:
And then we got this response from the King himself, where he declared all respect that he had for Jackson “lost,” and that they’ve never had any type of relationship.
Quick question here, fellas; why are yall so sensitive as fuck everyday? You’re insulted by an old dude with an all-white Dumbledore beard and 2 fake hips calling your crew a “posse?” Since when did “posse” mean ghetto? Phil coached Mike, Scottie, Shaq, Kobe and Ron Artest’s crazy ass, I’m sure he doesn’t need to mince words with anyone. A “posse” is what elderly church deacons who sit in the barbershop all week playing chess with each other call a group of young guys. They may even refer to them as “whipper-snappers,” “young guns,” or “little rascals.” The little kids from the movie Sandlot were a posse. On The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, Will and Jazz would exit the room by saying “posse out!” Pretty sure they weren’t calling themselves dirty ghetto kids or future inmates.
Let’s address the real elephant in the room here; LeBron’s clique hates being described as the help, when they’ve individually achieved much more since he’s handed them the keys to his kingdom. They don’t want to be referred to as “his handlers.” Rich, Mav and Randy have all put in way too much work to be label “LeBron’s friends” anymore. Rich isn’t the party promoting, shoe and jersey booster with all the connects; he’s a certified sports agent w/ his several clients not named LeBron. Mav represents LeBron’s production company, Springhill Productions, who have several successful TV shows under their belt, with more to come. Randy runs the Cavs logistics when on the road. They’ve all ascended to much more professional positions, and want to be credited as such, and I totally understand that. I remember how much backlash LeBron received when he fired his representation and turned over all his business handling to LRMR, and how badly people in the sports business industry wanted them to fail. As a sport business major in college and graduate school, I have the utmost respect for what they’ve done for LeBron’s career and how they’ve handled his interests thus far.
But NBA front office personnel are (mostly) geriatric, by-the-book, frowny-faced men with little to no understanding of why players do what they do these days, so don’t blame them for being out of the loop. But Phil was out of pocket for gossiping and telling Pat Riley’s business in that article. He should know better not to act like a teenager; he didn’t even answer the damn question MacMullan asked him about how he’d feel if Jordan would’ve left the Bulls, which would’ve devastated him, because we all saw how he reacted to Mike retiring.
It’s okay if you refer to The Talented 6 as a posse, we’re totally cool with that. Call us “a bunch of niggas” and we might stomp you out in the street.