I got this quote from a poster at the Sportings News Blog. Don't know who he is but I wanted to share it with FTS readers.
During that final timeout TNT cut away to a young Cavs fan, about 7-10 years old, hands on his head, fingers interlaced, shock and disbelief etched across his cherubic face. Unlike the other 22,000 fans at the Q last night his iconic pose was not that of mere sporting frustration. It was the look of innocence lost: the sudden realization his idol LeBron James was not God on Earth. The Cavaliers were going to lose again. They were human. The Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, and Santa were dead.
A second later as a redux of The Shot rattled home my thoughts turned immediately to the little boy (after an audible "oh no" and physical collapse as the shot clock sounded). The pain I felt for the Magic having nearly guaranteed a Finals appearance was tempered by the joy of a renewed basketball faith. That tiny Cavs fan expects LeBron to put up 50 a game, dunk every play, and win every night. With one second left on childhood's ticking clock that three pulled our little fan from the brink of reality. The make confirmed all was right with the world. The Tooth Fairy isn't your parents, the Easter Bunny does lay colored eggs and Santa doesn't drive a yellow '85 Honda Civic.
I may be a Laker fan through and through but watching one shot restore a child's dream brought out the same wide eyed kid in me. Jordan did it for my generation and it's a treat to watch LeBron do it for another. For that alone we must bow to The King. "