Jon Spoelstra never pictured his son as a professional basketball coach. He was acquainted with coaches in his job as an NBA marketing executive, and always regarded them as competition junkies, high when winning, strung out when losing, jittery between games.

University of Miami president Donna Shalala flashed the “U” sign with her hands as she left an Indianapolis hotel conference room Thursday during the NCAA hearing that is a precursor to a verdict on the school’s football and basketball transgressions.

Tim Tebow has arisen.

If we could get inside the heads of Erik Spoelstra and Gregg Popovich, stick a braincam in there, we would enjoy viewing an additional spectacle during the NBA Finals.

The Miami Heat embarked on Game 2 of the NBA Finals burdened with the most overused term in playoff basketball. It was a “must-win” showdown.

The contrasting styles of the Miami Heat and San Antonio Spurs could be seen in splendid microcosm by watching LeBron James churn and Tim Duncan pirouette in Game 1 of the NBA Finals.

What was Tony Parker up to after his San Antonio Spurs swept the Memphis Grizzlies and waited for Miami to advance to the NBA Finals?

America’s former pastime is staggering again.

There is another Big 3 in basketball. They strap into the roller coaster known as the NBA Finals seeking a legacy.

It took a do-or-die Game 7 to reincarnate the Big 3.

The Heat ought to be peaking as it weaves its way through the playoffs toward a third consecutive appointment in the climactic NBA Finals.

The NBA playoffs are like a soap opera or telenovela, oozing melodrama. The scripts of heroes and villains change with each game. The acting and the musical cues have no subtlety. There’s blood, tears, insults, tantrums, mouthpieces gnashed to a pulp. Feelings get hurt, revenge tastes sweet, and the audience keeps watching, no matter how long it takes to find out who triumphs.

The Heat has been searching for its attacking mind-set like a driver trying to find his misplaced set of car keys.

The Miami Heat’s three-point shooters have been acting like a dormant volcano. They are bound to erupt, but when?

Chris Bosh predicted his clashes with Indiana center Roy Hibbert, the prototypical 7-2 immovable object, would be pivotal to the fulfillment of the Miami Heat’s Eastern Conference championship aspirations.

Early on, it appeared the spent and sore Chicago Bulls were going to take their medicine and go home for some well-deserved R&R.

David Boudia and Tom Daley have dabbled in TV as they get ready for an Olympic rematch of sorts in Fort Lauderdale.

The Miami Heat’s flaccid performance against the Chicago Bulls in Game 1 demanded a counterpunch.

The Miami Heat’s long nap between the first and the second round of the NBA playoffs was a manufactured cause of concern and cannot be used as a reason for the 93-86 loss to the decimated Chicago Bulls on Monday.

In the real world, Jason Collins’ declaration of self-determination is cheered, supported, trumpeted.