LeBron and On

What a game it was last night. As I was pacing up and down the modest size of my apartment's living room, my heart palpitations above healthy limits, Celtics managed to cling on to their lead to see away LeBron and his Cavaliers. Make no mistake - despite some of the Cavs' unquestionable talents, without LeBron they aren't that good.

Think about it: LeBron made 45 points, the rest of the Cavs made 47. You can argue that Pierce made 41 and the rest of the Celts 56, but Pierce's performance was almost an anomaly. Not that he is not capable of performing like he did yesterday - by all means he can do this every night - but Celts also have other guns that blaze. They were missing last night - except Garnett's game-high 13 boards and Allen's crucial free throws.

What I will remember most from last night's game is not the amazing sparring game between Pierce and LeBron, but the former's inability to hide his smile after that fluke of a free throw went in after bouncing off the back of the rim. It wasn't a slight smirk, a relaxed sigh of relief, it was the joy of a small kid finally making his first basket in on the driveway without his father's help. It was a priceless moment - for me the moment of the whole season. Not even lifting up the championship trophy will change that.

All in all it was a fierce battle between two of the games most talented players and a statement of intent from the Green Squad. The Truth prevailed over the King.

Peace.