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Team USA: selfishness personified.
That basketball team?
You bet they were jerks.
Spoiled, pampered, prima donnas, they were too good to stay in the Olympic Village with rabble from around the world.
Stayed on a cruise ship in the city's fabulous harbor. Rode to the arena in limousines fit for potentates, pooh-bahs and lesser panjandrums.
These young men came thinking, "Who needs the Olympics?" If a guy is already rich and famous and has his own shoe line, what good can come from playing against stiffs from some weird country spelled with z's?
For the Olympics, the NBA's best player didn't care about suiting up. Said he was tired. No sense in risking injury for games that meant nothing. After all, there's real glory, and there's Olympic glory. Been there, done that.
The NBA's stars never got excited. They figured they were so good that all basketball-playing nations would fall before them in awe, losers by 50, and ask to pose with them for souvenir photographs.