Perfunctory Tuesday has kindly bowed out of the way for the Miami Heat and yields now to the onslaught of Linsanity Thursday, but here’s the thing: The wrong team will be getting most of the national attention when the New York Knicks and sudden-sensation Jeremy Lin visit here next. So will the wrong player.

It’s funny, but with all due respect, the idea of somebody doing amazing, spectacular things almost every night and leading his team to win after win — we have a phrase for that here in South Florida:

“Dwyane Wade and LeBron James.”

What Lin has done now for the past few weeks has been a phenomenon that is probably equal parts the sheer out-of-nowhere surprise of it, the New York market that tends to shoot everything up with media steroids and, yes, the fact Lin’s nationality is like a David Stern dream come true in terms of seeding NBA popularity in the Asian market. The latter is why some 30 Asian reporters will be here Thursday and why the postgame news conference might be moved to the room last used during last summer’s NBA Finals.

Take nothing away from Lin, the international fairy tale blossomed on America’s biggest stage, but understand too that this kid’s spurt of excellence is routine to Heat fans who expect it, and see it, most every night from their team and its two superstar players.

The anticipation that Lin will put on a show Thursday night is much less likely than the probability of Wade and/or James owning the stage in a sort of statement performance that might say, “Remember us? The best team in the league?”

Linmania has happened to coincide with a run by the Heat that has been almost comically overshadowed.

Tuesday’s ho-hum 120-108 victory over the bad Sacramento Kings was impressive in its own way, considering this would have been the night for the Heat to take off mentally, to coast and barely win or even lose from disinterest. The opponent was lousy, and stuck like a tedious obligation between Sunday’s nationally televised revenge game against Orlando and Thursday’s ballyhooed visit by the Fabulous Lins.

Miami won easily anyway, a seventh consecutive victory by double-digit points. Five of those came on the road, the longest such streak in the NBA since the 1969-70 champion Knicks.

Afterward, coach Erik Spoelstra addressed his team being “flat.”

“We weren’t necessarily sharp,” were his first words in the postmortem.

This is what the Heat must do now to stave off complacency. It must never be satisfied. It must always find faults to mend. Even on a night of 56 percent shooting in a comfy 12-point win.

“What is our motivation? What are we trying to achieve?” as Spoelstra put it rhetorically. “We try to improve.”

While America (or at least the media) is throwing parades of adjectives at Lin and weighing the gravity and sociological impact of it all, Mr. James and Mr. Wade have been decidedly more dominant players.

Yet LeBron’s recent attention has been more for off-court nonsense, such as when he angered Kendrick Perkins with a tweet applauding how Blake Griffin had dunked over Perkins. Or the tempest James caused mentioning he wouldn’t rule out maybe playing again in Cleveland someday.

What’s funny is that excellence on the court from LeBron is so expected it barely qualifies as news, so the cartoon stuff off the court overshadows the (oh, by the way) fact he is having an MVP season. And that right now whomever is running second in that race is about a lap back.