This play isn’t really about LeBron James

Blake Morris, left, and Gregory Perri in “King James” at Round House Theatre. (Margot Schulman/Round House Theatre)

Review by Candace Buckner

We should all be thankful for sports. It’s the best antidote to small talk, allowing strangers to skip past all that awkward do-we-really-have-to-get-to-know-each-other energy and cut through to what’s really important. Like, who was the better ’80s NBA point gawd: Mark Price or Isiah Thomas? That debate — and really, a debate that exists only in the warped mind of a Cleveland Cavaliers’ die-hard fan — helps two Northeast Ohio males navigate their first encounter in the play “King James.”