Can we take this for six more games, Heat fans? Can we take this emotional buffeting over two turbulent weeks?
I feel like Miami’s home arena during these NBA Finals should have an adjunct pharmacy, pill kiosks dispensing temporary respite from what this series is giving us.
Hearts pounded then ached as Game 1 slipped away in the last seconds Thursday night. Now minds race and stomachs roil as we anticipate a Game 2 on Sunday that the Heat simply cannot afford to lose.
Dramamine, please, for motion sickness as we take a thrill ride that will soar majestically then violently dip. (And what better medicine for this unfolding series than one that starts with “Drama”?) Nitroglycerin handy, perhaps, should the anxiety begin to feel like the chest is constricting. Abilify, too, maybe, just in case the wave of depression felt after Game 1 compounds itself with another loss.
It would help if Heat fans were all as robotically placid as the Spurs’ Tim Duncan — the Beige Sweater-Vest of NBA stars — but unfortunately Miami fans occasionally show actual emotion. Especially when rare and unexpected losses visit.
Then again, instead of medication, Heat fans surely would prefer the natural cure that comes with 35 points from LeBron James, maybe 25 from Dwyane Wade, some maniacal defense and perhaps a few more three-pointers falling.
Just to play it safe, can we get Justin Bieber to show up again and sit courtside Sunday? And wear his dark glasses and bling like a peach-fuzz gangsta again?
I think Miami fans having a chance to boo Bieber brings the Heat luck.
And if not, the cherished opportunity to mock his self-absorption at least feels good — the bright side of even the worst night.
Just got a police scanner and finding it very interesting. For instance, I just heard Miami police issue an urgent all-points-bulletin for Shane Battier’s missing three-point shot.