Doesn’t it seem like forever since the Heat last played a playoff game in quickly sweeping Milwaukee in the first round?
I don’t wanna say it’s been awhile, but Vladimir and Estragon waited for Godot in Samuel Beckett’s 1953 play less time than I have waited for Miami’s playoff run to resume.
The idle-time mustache that Shane Battier cultivated during the break between games? It’s now a full-length ZZ Top beard.
You know Julia Dale, the cute little girl who sings the national anthem at Heat home playoff games? She’s now a married mother of five.
Here’s how long it’s been since the previous playoff game: the Heat Dancers are now the Golden Oldies.
In 1965, the Kinks wrote Tired Of Waiting. Heat fans can relate.
Now, on Monday night, at last, the second round begins here against the survivor of Saturday night’s Game 7 between Chicago and Brooklyn. Only one could win, but Miami couldn’t lose either way.
The Heat dominated the Nets during the regular season, while the Bulls are missing their best player and also are physically banged up elsewhere. Miami would be a huge favorite over either.
If there is an easy road to a championship, it seems like the rested Heat might have found it and are purring along it with the top down.
The light on that road had been red for a laborious week. On Monday, finally, it turns green again.
UM has a two-sport athlete (point guard, receiver) who is fabulously named Corn Elder. I hear he comes from good stalk. (Sorry.)Chad Johnson not Tim Tebow were Mike Tyson Phil Mickelson Parting thought: