Rasheed should probably Rashut the hell up.

Now, I know in my heart that the Cavs probably aren't going to win this series, but if you were a Pistons player or fan, wouldn't you want Rasheed Wallace (he of the 7 points in game 4) to shut his freakin' mouth?

"Even the sun shines on a dog's [behind]," Wallace said. "There ain't no way . . . they're going to beat us in no series. They beat us tonight, which is good for them. . . . But, nah, they ain't going to beat us in the series."

That may be true, but if I were Flip Saunders, Richard Hamilton (who is a stud, by the way), or Chauncey Billups, I'd be cornering Sheed in the locker room, ripping his water bong out of his hands, and telling him to shut his fucking cake hole.

James wasn't great, but wasn't terrible. He was only one assist and two rebounds shy of a triple-double, but he also turned the ball over a lot and had a pretty miserable night shooting the ball (his sick step-away three at the halftime buzzer and fourth quarter cross-over J right in TPrince's mug notwithstanding).

What we've discovered is that if the Pistons don't shoot fucking 8000% from three-point range (and, really, in general) and can't establish an inside offensive presence (after hurting his ankle, I'd venture that Rasheed was maybe at 40% at best), the Cavs can stay close. And, when you can stay close into the late stages of the game, having the best player on the floor gives you a chance to win.

At any rate, the Cavs "guarateed" themselves at least one more home game. And, if they can force a Game 7, things will probably get really tight around the throat areas for all of those Pistons.

Even you, Rasheed.