If I was a Boston fan, I would be very, very afraid of LeBron James right now, and that's not even because of his 45-point performance. It's because of what happened after the game.
After LeBron's potentially Decision-saving performance Thursday night, he walked off the court and, as he hit the tunnel, he looked up and smiled at something up in the stands. Heat fan? Celtics fan? Who knows? But his smile shows a level of postgame relaxation that isn't normal for King James. And then, a second after the smile, a fan throws a drink on him. (Everyone keeps saying it's a beer, but do we know that? Are we just assuming it was a S'Madms because it was Boston, when it really could have been what was left of an Icee?) Anyway, after getting something liquid thrown on him, he turns around, acknowledges the situation, and then faces forward and keeps walking, doing this shoulder shrug move very reminiscent of a boxer walking toward the ring.
He wasn't outwardly phased one bit. It's hard not to react when something that disrespectful happens to you, which suggests that he's scary-focused right now. I feel as if I could have jumped into the tunnel, yanked his beard, and proceeded to say something about Mama 'Bron, and he would have simply Zimmered me and kept it moving.
Boston, this is bad. The once-dependable headcase seems to have exorcised one of his many demons Thursday night. Does he have 500 more demons to fight through? Absolutely. But those might not rear their ugly heads until the Finals. Uh-oh.