After a long day of work, gym and family, I settled in with the Mrs around 11:45 p.m. ET last night. Like most guys, I like to wrap up my day with some sports highlights and the tail end of a couple games.

So I flipped on the Toronto-Los Angeles game, picking up the action around the end of the third quarter with the Raptors leading by two points. But instead of watching the final frame, I decided it was probably better if I just hit the hay.

“Kobe’s just gonna go off in the fourth quarter anyways and hit the game winner like he always does against the Raps,” I told my girlfriend, partially joking but also with an aura of confidence like I’d been there and saw that.

So it wasn’t surprising this morning, as I flipped through my iPhone while taking my a.m. crap (iPhone’s are the new bathroom reading. Welcome to the future of pooping), that Kobe Bryant did just what I said he would – scoring 14 of the Lakers’ final 20 points including a game-winning jumper with 1.9 seconds left on the clock.

I’m not comparing myself to Nostradamus nor do I claim to own a juiced-up Delorean and a flux capacitor with enough road to get up to 88 mph (where we’re going, we don’t need roads).

Kobe has hit that mark that great athletes strive for.

It’s that moment when they know what they’re going to do, the other team knows what they’re going to do, all the people in the stands know the deal and even a sleepy-eyed sports bum watching the game in his underwear is well aware of what is about to happen.

And no one can do a damn thing about it. That’s greatness. That’s Kobe Bryant.