(Still Shaking Head)

It is now 5:28 p.m. EST on Friday, June 1, and I'm still in awe over the display put on by LeBron James last night.

I'm still attempting to wrap my head around what transpired last night 18 hours after the fact.

Legendary. Historic. Epic. Filthy. Nasty.

And that doesn't even begin to describe what we all witnessed.

My better half, who likes basketball roughly as much as I like O'Doul's, e-mailed me this afternoon asking if we could go forgo attending the races at the local short track Saturday so that we could watch the Cavs game.

Chalk up yet another convert.

Game, set, match, LeBron.

Again.

This is shaping up to be a great, great sports weekend. The Cavs one win away from their first NBA Finals appearance, the Tribe in first place and with a chance to stretch their lead over the Motor City's "other" team, and Dale Jr. starting on the outside pole at Dover on Sunday.

And Bill Simmons, you little Bahstan twat, I hope you tore an ACL AND a groin jumping back on the bandwagon.

National media douche.

As an aside, save the e-mails whining and crying that this is a Browns blog and I'm sullying it by mentioning something other than the Brown & Orange. I don't care, so don't waste your time bitching via e-mail.