I don’t particularly like the NBA. I don’t like the one-on-one, isolation element of the game. I think it’s ugly basketball. I don’t like the calculated refereeing, or the glitzy, strobe light element of the player introductions, or a thousand other aspects of the over-hyped NBA version of basketball.
But, damn it, if the Cleveland Cavaliers don’t win this game and this series there is no justice in the world. None. Nada. Zilch.
What does Cleveland have to do, anyway? It has lost jobs by the thousands. It has been humiliated. It has had its river burn, and become the butt of sorry jokes. It has had victory snatched from its grasp, and seen bitter disappointment by the score, again, and again, and again.
So, if there is anything fair, and proper, and reasonable in the world — if there are cosmic tumblers ready to click into place — if there is any semblance of balance — LeBron James and his teammates are due.
Damn it! They are due! Come on!