Heat's failings have to be bringing joy to some
I imagine there is an awful lot of glee floating around these days about the plight of the Miami Heat.
The team so many love to hate – and for a lot of right reasons, actually – looks beaten, bowed and dysfunctional today, hammered in Indiana last night, minus Chris Bosh and with Dwyane Wade alternating between awful and clashing on the sideline in a very emotional confrontation with coach Erik Spoelstra.
Now, it’s dangerous to say they’re done – the series is only 2-1, they do have LeBron James and the Pacers don’t have a rich playoff history to draw on as close-out games get closer – but, man, Miami looks pretty average.
Great, isn’t it?
Ever since the totally unwarranted, over-the-top “celebration” of the Big Three, the Heat have been one of the most unlikable teams in recent sports history for a lot of people.
I truly believe many of us like our sports stars to be a bit humble, to behave in a certain way, a wee bit of swagger but not that much, and the Heat have fallen far below those standards.
They have been boastful to some degree and in-your-face far too much.
They seem to have some sense of entitlement built on reputation rather than performance; yes, they have been good with gusts to great and they did play for a championship a year ago but, really, they haven’t come all that close to the greatness and dominance they told us would come when they spoke of rolling to multiple championships with an unprecedented roster of talented individuals.
A lot of people I know love it and I presume that includes more than a few NBA general managers. The great fear when Miami was putting together this roster and the players were conspiring to seemingly make it easy on themselves to win was that it would work. That the Heat would get two, three, four titles and then everyone would have had to either find a way to put together Super Teams or hope that star players wanted join forces on some other franchise like James and Bosh did when they hooked up with Wade and “took their talents to South Beach.”
But it is, to me, simply great that it hasn’t really worked out that way quite yet; nor has it worked in New York with another group of stars who finagled their way on to the same roster.
I love that a “team” is beating a “collection of stars” so handily, I love that the Indiana Pacers are getting some appreciation for being more than the sum of their parts.
I value team over individual every day of the week, I like chemistry and playing for each other and a group that simply does what it takes with little regard for ego or The Man or “I’m going to get mine and then you get yours.”
Now, as I said, we may rue the day we counted the Heat out, they could very well not only win this series but the next one and play for a second championship in as many years.
But it doesn’t look like that today and I, and I’m sure a lot of you, are quite happy about that.
Now, I mocked disco with the best of ‘em, it was more noise than music and it was an era that I don’t imagine too many of you miss.
But there is no denying this woman’s singing chops, is there?
RIP Donna Summer.
Well, there’s goes the undefeated season.
Yeah, Mighty Red Tigers go down to Opening Day defeat but it goes in the books as a one-run loss (we ran into a curfew after the Other Evil Doers got a few in the top of the seventh) but we comported ourselves well and even as the youngest team in the league – more than a couple of 14-year-olds on a 15-man roster playing against kids up to 17 – we’re going to be all right.
Take too many pitches, need to get better jumps on balls hit to the outfield but that’s where coaching comes in, I guess.
Mail? Please. I have a few hours to kill before, well, before the weekend hits and there aren’t an awful lot of questions, comments or hellos over there.
So, Adam Lind’s in Vegas.
How the somewhat mighty have fallen.
There are far brighter baseball minds than mine that will dissect and discuss the TOD demoting the first baseman – seemingly out of nowhere – yesterday afternoon but what I want to see is how Lind handles getting sent to the minors.
It’s a slap in the face, no question, but he had to know something was coming because he simply wasn’t producing; being bounced down the order was the first step and when things didn’t improve measurably, the step taken Thursday was logical, if a bit earlier than some had thought.
But does he go to Vegas and pout? Or perform.
There is no question he has a large measure of skill, he’s performed admirably at the major league level, hitting consistently and he became a far better first baseman than a lot of people ever thought he would by sheer hard work.
Now he has to put that effort to work in the minors and force the Jays to do something with him.
Wonder if he will.
I must be missing something because when we were trying to get a gaggle of folks out for a post-game social session last night far too many family members had to race home to see Gray’s Anatomy.
Guess Dr. McDreamy’s still there?
I bet you could have made an awful lot of money if you’d wagered that the only winter pro sports team playing in Los Angeles when the American Memorial Day weekend hit would have been the pucks.
And a weekend that could been epic – a hockey game last night, NBA tonight, two NBA games tomorrow, a pucks-hoops doubleheader on Sunday – now looks downright funereal.
There’s every chance the only team standing come Monday morning will be the Kings.
Oh, yeah, a Kings team that was the eighth seed going into the post-season. Bet fans out there are pretty glad they didn’t tank.