Heavy Lies The Crown: It's LeBron's Time

Michael HippchenContributor IFebruary 21, 2010

ORLANDO, FL - FEBRUARY 21:  LeBron James #23 of the Cleveland Cavaliers looks to drive during the game against the Orlando Magic at Amway Arena on February 21, 2010 in Orlando, Florida. NOTE TO USER: User expressly acknowledges and agrees that, by downloading and/or using this Photograph, user is consenting to the terms and conditions of the Getty Images License Agreement.  (Photo by Sam Greenwood/Getty Images)
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Sunday, February 21, 2010.  

LeBron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers just lost a tough game to the Orlando Magic on a dagger from the corner by Magic forward Rashard Lewis.

James bowed his head.  Shaq stood, emotionless, and Stan Van Gundy could finally put away the Halls and blood pressure prescription.

Hey LeBron, in case you didn't know:  It's okay.  You'll be fine.

Yeah you're about to bank a fresh deposit this summer when you sign a new contract.  Yeah you're 6'8'', 250 pounds of solid muscle and man and can still run a 4.5 40 WITH the ball.  Yeah you're one of two teams that are basically shoe-ins to make the NBA Finals this June (hello, Lakers).    Dude, you've done more two-handed blocks in game than I used to on my Fisher-Price.  The rock looks like a Nerf ball in your hand. 

Just reminding you in case you didn't know.

Now that forward Antawn Jamison is running with you and the Diesel, Cleveland has an unstoppable force.  James demands a constant double; and is the best at taking the ball to the basket in the world.  He's quickly becoming one of the best passers in the league (next year, he'll average 10 assists per game) and has the floor vision of Steve Nash in a 6'8'' body.  Yeesh.

Imagine this scenario: James rebound off a missed jump shot.  Mo Williams calls for the ball (which James quickly rejects), and takes off with Jamison and Anthony Parker down the floor.  Shaq stands with his hands on his hips, heaving, but with a smile on his face because, he knows, in a reference familiar with Phil Knight, Clevelanders, and NBA fans alike, he is a Witness.

James dribbles down the middle of the floor, with Parker and Jamison split out wide.  Yeah it's three on three in transition with Williams trailing closely, but James takes on step from the foul line, leaping 40 inches in the air for an easy lay-in.  The two-guard leaks off of Jamison or Parker to help double James in the air, similar to a caveman throwing a rock at a T-Rex, and James delivers a Smith & Wesson bullet pass to one of his two shooters.  Jamison/Parker sets his feet.  Booby Gibson's hands go in the air.  The net barely shakes as the ball drops through the basket.  

Now imagine that ten times a game.  And James scores 30.  

About 7 months ago, you would want to be Tiger Woods if you could be one athlete in the world.  Now, there's LeBron James and no one else.  He's Jordan 0.5 (There will never be another Michael Jordan) but he's getting close to the Mecca.  Now all the King needs is a crown.  It's the only thing he's missing.