The headline should read "The Big Zero Steamrollers LeBron" with 23 seconds left in the game the Big Zero, Gilbert Arenas, had to go through LeBron James to carry the Wiz to a 2-1 lead in the playoffs.  

Down by one Arenas took the ball drove to the hoop and crashed into a diving James.  The stuff legends are made of.  LeBron ended up on the floor, the ball through the net.  A fitting end to a nailbiter 4th quarter.

Not so fast.  There's five seconds left. 

Enough time to do what?  Sneeze?  Cough?  Look at your watch?   Didn't the Wiz lead all the way?  It's in the bag.  Case closed.  Door slammed. 

You can't let LeBron beat you.  Double team him.  Foul him.  Make the other Cavs who've been shooting bricks all night beat you.  Do something, anything, but whatever you do don't...

James takes the ball. 

Two guys between him and the bucket.

Slashes in left side top of the paint, one Wiz to beat, two others closing fast. 

Fake pumps, jumps,  there's a collision, holds onto the ball, last possible millisecond, shoots. 

Ball spins, hits the backboard, drops through, Cavs win.

You might remember Afro-Doc in full glory dunking over hapless opponents, Magic winning championships with that unforgettable smile, or Michael Jordan, tongue hanging out of his mouth, destroying everyone and everything in his way grabbing a fistful of titles.

Do you remember the very first time the stars fell on their shoulders? 

The exact moment when the mantle of greatness collides with destiny? 

Last night was one of those rare glittering nights.