His words are no surprise. He’s hated the Heat for as long as I can remember, and has hated its players long before they came to South Beach. He’s what you could call the epitome of the “hater.” He’s someone who’s never played organized ball, and revels in finding ways to besmear and besmirch those who have.

I guess it makes him feel better about himself; who knows.

He’s not writing his vitriol just because Miami lost, either. He’d be writing his garbage even if the Heat were winning. He’s a yellow-journalist scumbag, and that wouldn’t change no matter Miami’s record. Yet, is there even a small element of truth in anything he’s saying right now?

Maybe the haters are right. Maybe this Heat team just doesn’t have what it takes. Maybe the sum of their parts isn’t as great as many Miami fans believed.

Maybe. (more…)

Of course, I was roundly laughed at by anyone and everyone I said this to (except a few Heat fans, who begrudgingly posited it could happen, but almost universally told me it probably wouldn’t). (more…)