The King Holds Court

You know how it is. First Dwyane Wade starts talking about going to Lavo, then all of a sudden you’ve got LeBron James all over the place. He just can’t stay away.

For a town that’s had Spencer Pratt host at clubs repeatedly, bringing in James was an easy move for Lavo and Tao this weekend. At least it’s only Cleveland that really hates James, instead of a whole Hills-fatigued nation.

The King started off July 23 at Tao Beach in a cabana with 12 friends, including Chris Paul of the New Orleans Hornets. That night he hosted at Lavo, where Paul and a slew of NBA players joined the fray. Wade came over to the club after he’d already been at Tao.

Naturally, James had to get in on that Tao action Saturday night after another day at Tao Beach. He rolled into the restaurant with a crew of 30 and by the time he got to the club, the cocktail waitresses were wearing Heat jerseys and holding up signs that spelled out “K-I-N-G.” Because sometimes forcing ESPN to dedicate an hour of airtime to you and you alone isn’t enough to make you feel really special.

James had one more night in him, turning up at Lavo around 1 a.m. with former Cleveland teammate Damon Jones. The whole weekend he was flashing fives and ones with his fingers, which equals six in case you can’t add, and that’s the number on his jersey. It’s also James’ secret signal as to how many players the Heat will be able to afford next year. Hope your knees feel good enough for 48 minutes a game, ’Bron.

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