A Monday in June will be blessed with a Heat championship parade for a second consecutive year, an occasion of utter joyful celebration and great civic pride and — because this is Miami — plenty of griping and whining as well.
You might recall that a year ago, there were complaints the parade was too short, too brief, and that it was too hot out. This year, we might expect all of that plus flummoxed outrage over the city’s backpack ban or the arena ceremony being restricted to season-ticket holders.
Hmm. I’m not sure what says “spoiled fans” more: leaving an NBA Finals Game 6 thriller early and missing the big finish in overtime or nitpicking a championship parade.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, people. Relax and party like the Heat did after winning Game 7 on Thursday. They reportedly ran up a $100,000 liquor bill at Story in South Beach, including 100 bottles of Dom Perignon champagne, a bar tab picked up by the nightclub.
Make like a Heat player Monday and bring a $5,000, three-liter bottle of Jeroboam champagne to the parade. Just don’t try to put it in a backpack!
Monday’s parade will be the crescendo of a scintillating championship run by LeBron James and company. And then? What’s next? What can possibly replace this adrenaline rush the Heat has given us?
Well, um, the Marlins are back home Tuesday playing the Twins.
Sort of like falling off a cliff, isn’t it?Nevin Shapiro Giancarlo Stanton