When Gigantopithecus of the NBA knocks down little Cro-Magnon man, you do not have a story. You have a confirmation of the character of LeBron James as one-man egomaniacal wrecking crew.
James delivered a major dunk, and Jason Terry of the Celtics was the man in the painted walkway. Alas, in the NBA pedestrians do not have the right of way when a Mac truck comes barreling down the highway and into the passing lane.
What made the monster dunk from the monstrous LeBron all the more vile was his comment after the game that he regarded this as one of his sweeter dunks.
This apparently was retaliation against the ever-loquacious JET whose high-flying antics have not met with approval from the man who determined he would win seven titles over the next few years.
Not since we lost our plain donut in a hot cup of coffee has there been a dunk so ill-conceived.
Fans of the reform movement to turn LeBron into a wonderful NBA superstar of the first magnitude may have had a subtle setback here. The real LeBron came out of the woodwork, and his mother Gloria was nowhere to be seen.
Since the beleaguered and overplaying Celtics are a mere shadow of the golden days when they had a real Big Three in their prime, LeBron's gloating seems a bit misplaced.
As for Terry, his big mouth was shut by the viral tweets and twits on YouTube that showed him flat as a pancake.
As for the false bravado of a big man, LeBron James complained that he does not like players who talk too much. This is what passes as self-loathing in the NBA.