Matthew Cook loves Lebron. He was born, to Harry and Brenda Cook, on a freezing January Oklahoma morning, one hour and eighteen minutes into the year that he was born (a year that he doesn’t want us to tell to you) and was almost immediately a real piece of work. He’s the calmest member of the ensemble. Or perhaps the calmest member of any ensemble of people, or simply any room full of people we could ever imagine. Calculated in the face of seemingly every issue, don’t think he’s unconcerned: he’s concerned about all of us and how we’re doing all the time. He’s a super sweet dude. He’s proud of his wife and his son and his Grammy, and the Lakers when they are winning. And he’s proud of the mallets he makes when they’re not.