“If you turn away now – if you buy into the cynicism that the change we fought for isn't possible… well, change will not happen.” - Barack Obama
Grand, unreasonable promises were made. Optimistic mantras were turned into sarcastic comments on early failures. Change is within reach, but uncertain.
With LeBron’s megalomaniacal aspirations and the Ray Allen injection, this Miami Heat season will almost definitely avoid the lame duck championship hangover. These guys have survived a first term filled with rabid naysayers yelling about broken promises, but you can only win so many championships each year. And now they are ready to chase history. LeBron is unhinged and Bosh has settled in to his role (which is photobombing). Wade’s health is, as always, a question mark, but how much does that matter anymore? Mike Miller is dead, and Rashard Lewis is alive.
Let’s prematurely crown them once again and fast forward to their kind-of-inevitable Finals matchup with the Lakers: The decisive battleground in The Positional Revolution. Will Coach Spo, the unassuming up-ender of basketball mores, continue leading the path towards positional irrelevance? Or will he bend to the Lakers’ size and play five guys with different heights? Does he have the personnel to even make that choice? Will he start wearing the backwards hat during games?
Rushed Pull-Up Jumpers
Pokemon who the team should adopt as its new mascot: Team Rocket
Headline we'll be most sick of reading: “LeBron shows once again why he is finally the best player in the game.”
Headline we're most looking forward to: “Super Nintendo Chalmers Something Something Something Something.”
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you enter the pearly gates?: “Jesus, you guys really are fun to watch.”