Later that evening, when we - at Williams' insistence - settle into dinner at Red Lobster [author's note: I was born and raised in Maine, so dining at Red Lobster is akin to an act against God] Williams, perhaps lulled into a state of comfort by the improbable number of biscuits he consumes, opens up about "The Decision." It wasn't that LeBron left, but rather how he left which will forever rub Williams wrong.
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Look, growing up I was obsessed with the Thundercats. Bron found out and he had this artist make me a painting where it was me playing basketball, but I looked like Panthro. He would call me Panthro all the time, and I called him Lion-O. We used to joke about how Dwight (Howard, then their nemesis with the Orlando Magic) was Mumm-Ra." I ask Williams where that painting is now, and he crumbles his napkin and tosses it over his shoulder, then shrugs
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"I couldn't get Bron to pick up my calls for a week after 'The Decision,' so finally I just sent him a text, I just said, Lion-O would never leave Panthro out in the cold. Two days later I get a text back that says I'm a basketball player and a businessman, not a Thundercat.
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