Cavs and Pistons: The Bloodening

All right after last night's great game 4 we officially have ourselves a serious series. Everywhere you look on the blog-o-sphere people are praising the rebirth of LeBron and saying that he's the one. You won't get any argument from me over here at suddenlystruttin either. Bron's jam over 'Sheed, the clutchosity of his fourth quarter performances the past two games and his dismissal of Rip at the foul line are all the stuff of minor NBA deities. What startles me about this series has not been LeBron, nor the fact that Detroit could've been swept all ready if not for two errant passes from Donyell and Hughes, but instead the consistent showing up of various role players coming to BronBron's aid and assistance in his times of need. "Boobie" Gibson was smooth like a classy high end bourbon last night and throughout the series Sahsa has been locking down on whomever he's supposed to guard. For my money the best story of the Cavaliers and the Eastern Conference Playoffs has been the rebirth of Zydrunas Ilgauskas, practically left for dead after his plethora of foot problems throughout the first half of his career, Z has quietly stitched together a decent second act. Now, I'm not a psychiatrist, that's not what I went to school for, but Z has had a fucking rough go of life in the NBA; aforementioned foot problems, being stuck on a shitty team in a city that occasionally makes Lithuania seem very okay and then to top it off you and your wife are cursed with still born twins! Yet, somehow Zydraunas with the plodding sensibility and knowledge of something much older battles on! His the third most productive center this Playoffs behind MemO (surprised!) and a guy named Duncan.