LeBron James speaks at the LeBron James announcement of his future NBA plans at the Boys & Girls Club of America on July 8, 2010 in Greenwich, Connecticut. James announced during a live broadcast on ESPN that he will play for the Miami Heat next season. (Photo by Larry Busacca/Getty Images for Estabrook Group)

LeBron James’ hour-long narcissistic wankfest infomerical called “The Decision” may have happened five days ago, but reactions from esteemed sports writers and culture critics are still coming out. Tas and Skeets shot a 20-minute show with their reactions and I provided my take on Friday, and here are some of the more compelling responses I’ve read since then.

NBA Commissioner David Stern: “Had he asked my advice in advance, I might have suggested that he advise Cleveland at an earlier time than apparently he did that he was leaving, even without announcing where he was going, so we could have eliminated that. I would have advised him not to embark on what has become known as ‘The Decision.’ I think that the advice that he received on this was poor. His performance was fine. His honesty and his integrity shine through. But this decision was ill conceived, badly produced and poorly executed. Those who were interested in it were given our opinion prior to its airing.”

Buzz Bissinger, author of the book LeBron’s Dream Team, in Vanity Fair: “What was revealing about LeBron’s decision was the degree in which it appeared to be motivated by going to a team where he will no longer have the pressure of the last shot. He obviously began to resent that role in Cleveland. But in Miami he now has the perfect out in Dwyane Wade. The Miami all-star has no fear of shooting the game-winning basket, and LeBron will have no problem in letting him do it. It means that LeBron will play a different role than league-leading scorer, and it also means that it is now absurd to speak of him in the same breath as Kobe Bryant and Michael Jordan.”

Bill Simmons, ESPN.com columnist and author of The Book of Basketball: “For LeBron not to understand what he was doing — or even worse, not to care — made me quickly turn off the television, find my kids, give them their nightly bath and try to forget the sports atrocity that I had just witnessed. He just couldn’t have handled it worse. Never in my life can I remember someone swinging from likable to unlikable that quickly. I will forgive him some day because I like watching him play basketball, and whether you’re rooting for or against him, his alliance with Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh in Miami created one the greatest ‘Holy s—, how is this going to play out?????’ scenarios in recent sports history. Sports are supposed to be fun, and eventually, this will become fun — for everyone but people in Cleveland — because we finally have a Yankees of basketball. But I will never, ever, not in a million years, understand why it had to play out that way. If LeBron James is the future of sports, then I shudder for the future.”

Will Leitch for New York Magazine: “LeBron James, thanks to this debacle, will never be the same. (That he appears unable to understand why is the precise reason why.) ESPN, it feels, will never quite be the same: There were surely thousands of employees there who rubbed their eyes, aghast at what they were watching, guilty to be a part of it. The NBA, the hunger laid bare and the wound gaping for all to see, may never be the same. And the fear is that we won’t be the same. The fear is that we’ve truly seen the ugly, dark heart of sports, and we won’t be able to come back. It feels extremely stupid to be a sports fan. It feels pointless. None of this felt harmless tonight. And we allowed this to happen. Perhaps this is what we deserve. Perhaps this will be good for us, all of us.”

Tommy Craggs for Deadspin: “LeBron’s failure last night was not in the decision itself, but in screwing up the theatrics of it. The show, as we all know, turned out to be a tone-deaf festival of self-mythologizing that couldn’t have been tackier if Jim Gray had banged a gong at irregular intervals. But it didn’t have to be like that. Imagine what today’s response would’ve been if, for instance, LeBron had arrived on set with Chris Bosh and Dwyane Wade, arms linked, all of them extolling the glories of friendship and teamwork and otherwise capering about like the sailors from On the Town. The show would’ve been plenty obnoxious still, particularly to Cleveland fans, but LeBron wouldn’t have looked so much like a smirking kid throwing the world’s most lavish birthday party for himself. The problem wasn’t that he was selling himself on television. It was that he sold himself so poorly.”

Joe Posnanski, columnist for SI.com: “If this thing was about public relations, well, it’s pretty clearly a disaster. LeBron James entered the free agency time as the most popular player in the NBA. He leaves having alienated New York, Chicago, Los Angeles and everyone who associates with the pain of Cleveland. He will get booed pretty much everywhere he goes. I really don’t get the benefits.”

Adrian Wojnarowski, columnist for Yahoo! Sports: “As the worst idea in the history of marketing unfolded, James looked trapped somewhere between despondence and defiance. His bumbling buddy Maverick Carter had walked him into the public execution of his legacy, his image, and there was a part of James that clearly wished he could turn back through the doors and hide. Only, it was too late. No going back now. James goes to the Miami Heat, Cleveland goes into a basketball Hades and LeBron’s legacy becomes that of a callous carpetbagger. ‘His brand is [bleep] now, one high-level NBA official said late Thursday. ‘He’s destroyed everything.’”

Matt Taibbi for Rolling Stone: “The weird thing about this LeBron story is that seven or eight years ago, he seemed like a nice kid. All he did was step into a media machinery designed to create, reward, nurture, and worship self-obsessed assholes. He was raw clay when he went in, and now he’s everything we ever wanted him to be — a lost, attention-craving narcissistic monster who simultaneously despises and needs the slithering insect-mortals who by the millions are bent over licking his toes (represented in The Decision by the ball-less, drooling sycophant Jim Gray).”