It feels more like glee at defeat than joy of victory. I’m talking about Dallas’ six game win over Miami for the NBA crown. Even in defeat, the Heat are grabbing the headlines. But the wrong ones.
You can almost hear the nation high-five slapping each other now that Lebron, Wade and Bosh have been shot down. Why is there such happiness at their comeuppance?
Perhaps because fans are sick of pre-packed dynasties, they are tired of throwing money at a franchise and expecting it to win. Had James done this differently, more quietly, less fanfare, less “my talents to South Beach,” less the smoke filled celebration on hydraulic lifts, less the predictions of “not one, not two, not three…” championships – then maybe, maybe, people would feel empathy for yet another defeat.
But you reap what you sow. James sowed a large target on his back, and now everyone is firing an arrow. Still, remember the Heat finished two wins from a title, ahead of all but one other NBA team, and did it without a real point guard, with a woefully short bench, and with a trio of superstars who, despite their individual talents, had never played a full season together before.
I understand the glee. I don’t condemn it. Privately, I wanted to see Miami lose almost as much as I wanted to see guys like Dirk Nowitzki and Rick Carlisle win.
But the laughter you hear now echoes a lot of places, and it will be in the ears of the Heat players for the next 12 months. Don’t be surprised if the guys from Miami are as focused as the guys from Dallas were when the next championship run comes along.