It's nearly show time, and once I finish work, I'll catch up on my favorite bloodbath (Game of Thrones), but to have just witnessed one of the greatest basketball players many of us are likely to see in our lifetimes, will himself (alongside his teammates) to a mathematically unlikely comeback...

That's cool.

To see a man bring glory to his hometown, amid naysayers, ill-advised "Decisions," and the pressure to be Cleveland's athletic savior is an inspirational sight.

How often do we press the pedal to the floor against grim (3-1 series deficit) odds and walk away successful? Sport can most closely be defined as entertainment, but you can just as easily draw motivation—the drive to obsessively improve yourself, to rise above the way the world heaps pettiness upon you, to keep your head about you when all around you, others are losing theirs and blaming you (see, Dad? I do remember our countless readings of Kipling—Happy Father's Day!)...

This is about as close to a hot take as I'm comfortable with writing. All I can say is what that game meant to me, a lowly viewer.

Also...I bet Tyronn Lue gets a FAT contract out of this...once he finally signs it. He's got lots of those good feels and such to help his negotiating power now, I reckon.