What is that smell, that burnt, smoky stench that I smell coming out of Detroit?? That, my friends, is Lebron James – who is still fuming and smoldering out of each pore on his body. The city of Detroit got their 4th of July fireworks a tad early this year. I am still in shock, still in disbelief at how Lebron James absolutely manhandled the Pistons and absolutely willed his team to a 3-2 series lead. Lebron, like Ricky Ricardo on I Love Lucy used to say, “you got some ‘splainin to do!”. I mean, I knew Lebron had it in him to have this kind of game, but I didn’t think it would be now and against his Eastern Conference nemesis Pistons. He isn’t even a jump shooter and everything he threw at the basket went nylon. I think Lebron just had his moment – that moment of clarity in the most insane of circumstances. Lebron finally had his signature game – the game where years down the road people will realize that that was the moment he became great, the moment where he transcended hype, reality, and pressure to build the foundation to a hall of fame career. He has officially arrived, because as we all know, don’t nothing mean nothing till you do it in the playoffs.