LeBron James and Dywane Wade and whoever else the Heat have finagled onto their team need to quit their crying over non-foul no-calls and just play ball. You look in NBA section of your newspaper right now and more than likely there’s a picture of the two ball hogs looking like their mom just told them they couldn’t get the new Sing-A-Ma-Jig toy until they finished eating their peas. I mean, how many game winners do you have to miss until you finally realize that it’s you and not the refs fault?
I bet when LeBron signed with the Heat he thought a fist full of championship rings would just be shipped out to him the next day. In fact, I recall seeing coverage on ESPN of their their big ego stoke party they threw for all their fair weather fans at AmericanAirlines Arena, Dywane saying that they were “arguably the best trio to ever play the game of basketball.” That’s great, but you still have to start five last time I checked. I also remember LeBron commenting on how many championships they’d be able to win, saying, “Not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, not seven…” How about one? Because right now it’s not looking so good for even that.
LeBron could’ve just as easily been wearing number six for the Chicago Bulls, and there would’ve been a lot more validity to his claims if he had. Two tweeners doesn’t constitute a good team. Even adding a smallish power forward that likes to hang out outside of the paint doesn’t make them a championship team. Like the importance of a good quarterback in the NFL, to succeed in the NBA you need someone to call the plays, run the offense, draw the defense, and distribute the ball to players like James and Wade. The Bulls have one of those, um, what do you call ’em? Oh yeah, a point guard! The Heat do not. They don’t even have a decent center. And while I wouldn’t go so far as to call Noah a dominant center, he sure has more pep in his step than the likes of Erick Dampier or Joel “Airball” Anthony.
I went to the Bulls/Heat game on February 24th (my birthday!) and witnessed first hand how the Heat are able to shoot themselves out of games during the final stretches. A good point guard would know when to slow the ball down and control the pace instead of looking up at the score board, noticing your team’s down three, and then running down and heaving up a prayer with twenty seconds left on the shot clock. A good big man would be able to pull down those much needed boards and work the paint in order to at least draw a foul when his team is desperate for a bucket. I noticed when I was at the game that the Heat have neither of these components. This might have something to do with Miami having a winning percentage of 0.214 against the top six teams in league. Sure going to be hard to win a championship like that, huh LeBron?
Not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, not seven, not even one.