We Won't Forget the Night LeGone Quit
Look, this wasn't simply a bad game. This was the greatest player in basketball, arguably the grandest athlete in the world amid the Tiger Woods fallout, mysteriously disappearing in a desperate moment of need for the Cleveland Cavaliers and looking like, well, LeGone James. He settled for sporadic jump shots and didn't attack the basket, even when a sprained, painful shooting elbow demanded he be aggressive and creative. He attempted only four shots in the first half and didn't make his first basket until more than 30 minutes had passed in Game 5 of the Eastern Conference semifinals against the Boston Celtics, a team said to be too old and creaky to survive long in the NBA postseason. For all his epic performances, this was the night that commanded James to be there for Cleveland, a city beaten down through time by The Shot, The Drive, The Fumble, a Game 7 catastrophe in the 1997 World Series and a 46-year rut without a crown in a major sport.