A week ago, I wrote that LeBron James was the best player alive, but even he wasn’t good enough to beat the Warriors singlehandedly.
The Cavaliers were about to enter the NBA Finals without their third best player, Kevin Love, and with a severely hampered second-best player in Kyrie Irving. Then Irving went down for the entirety of the series.
In my head, it was over. Everything we’ve learned about the NBA over the past 15 years says that no man is good enough to win an NBA Finals by himself. It didn’t matter how well James played, how scrappy Tristan Thompson was on the offensive glass.