Subjective, like the award itself, since there are no defined metrics attached to it. It's a popularity contest. rose is better to watch, that's got to count for something. and don't make me remind everyone how right i was last year about lebron doing da funky chicken in the playoffs. he's as talented and as heartless as they come. a great shell of a player, the akron golem. brought to life by a forgetfully masochistic rabbi whom he killed before bestowing a competitive nature. he's a cosmic tragedy, an ironic universal punishment much like that of tithonus, who had eternal life but not eternal youth, or cassandra, who had the gift of foresight but not the gift of persuasion, or edward scissorhands, who had no one to wipe his ass.