Join the club and hop on our bandwagon. It's full of people who have no respect for gutless carpetbaggers.
First we'll give the Heat their due. They repeated against a very very worthy opponent. They played well and their play shows they deserved to win. Congrats.
Now the ugly truth: the Heat are populated, starting with their GM Pat Riley, with gutless carpetbaggers who stand for one and only one proposition: if we can't win, we don't want to play.
Lebron James is the best player of his generation. But don't use the word "great", because that's reserved for Michael Jordan, Larry Bird, Magic Johnson, Willis Reed, John Havlicek, Bill Russell, Wilt Chamberlin; basketball players who all elevated their teams to championships. James had the chance to be great, then he left Cleveland, losing whatever claim he may have ever had to the appellation of "great".
But James is the perfect star player for this town, because the fans of this town live his ethic: if they can't win, we won't come.
Need proof? Games six.
The Heat down by five with 23 seconds left. The arena emptied. Tens of thousands of televisions were turned off or the channel was changed. The Miami fans were not willing to support their team, win or lose, just like their star player was not willing to support his home team win or lose. And Cleveland isn't just some team that happened to draft James. James was born in Cleveland. He was raised in the inner city of Cleveland. It's his home town. And then James stabbed his home town in the back because he wasn't great enough to lift his team to win an NBA championship. James disappeared in the one series in which the Cavaliers made it to the finals, and then he just disappeared from town.
And it's not just Riley and James who don't have the heart to win unless the deck is stacked. Ray Allen played for the Celtics last year and slugged it out with the Heat and lost. And then Allen, in true Miami Heat fashion decided that if he you can't beat em, join em. He belongs on this team and in this town if anyone ever did.
The Heat will never know the greatness of being an underdog and coming together as a team to win. All they will ever know is being the best team money can buy. Good for them. You can have them. The Heat will never be the 1960 Pirates beating the mighty Yankees in a walk off game 7 home-run; they'll never be the 1969 Miracle Mets- going from worst to first. The Heat will never understand the guts it took for the Hurricanes in 1986 to beat the mighty Oklahoma Sooners in the Orange Bowl, and the Heat will certainly never understand the character, strength and integrity of the 1980 Mens Olympic hockey team beating the invincible Russians and then the technically superior Finnish team in the gold medal game after being down 2-1 at the end of the second period.
The Heat will always be the right team for this city. A group of fans that flees when all hope seems lost. A group of players that doesn't want to play unless they can be guaranteed a win.
You love the Heat?
You can have them. They disgust us. They're everything that is wrong with sports.