So what will you remember from last night's Heat/Thunder game, Russell Westbrook torching the Heat for 43 points or committing a dumb foul with :14 left?
OKC has failed to eclipse the 100-point mark for the first time in back-to-back games since Games 2 and 3 of its conference semifinal series with the Lakers. Miami, in that span, has turned them over 25 times, scoring 29 transition points off of turnovers. But why and how?
Demetrius Flores will likely never remember the day he met Dwyane Wade. That afternoon, in the pediatric ward of Miami's Baptist Children's Hospital, the cherub-faced four-year-old is cranky and exhausted.
The Miami Heat finally assembled a legitimate half-court offensive scheme for 48 minutes, and the result was its most impressive total team effort of the NBA Finals.
My sports related conversations now revolve more around who I hate and why rather than who I cheer for. I believe this is a wonderful thing, sports has become one of our only bastions for letting our hate out in healthy ways.
The Finals rest in the hands of two players not expected to raise the Finals MVP award when it all comes to an end: Oklahoma City's Russell Westbrook and Miami Heat's Dwyane Wade.
They say par is just a number, and at the Olympic Club that number is 70. As a result only six golfers beat par and only one of them is named Tiger Woods.
As the Heat start a championship series against the Oklahoma City Thunder, I'd rather my team not symbolize everything that's bad in sports to so many people.
One source close to the Heat informed me before the series that this is a much bigger problem than Wade has let on and that the pain is palpable. Even so, after Miami's 105-94 loss, the 2006 Finals MVP said: "I've still got something left in me."
For a Miami Heat team that is 33-4 this season and 8-0 in the playoffs when it scores 100 points, James' refusal to get his team over the hump once again was alarming.
Kevin Durant and the whole Thunder team showed a lot of heart last night. So in return here's my loud, heartfelt playlist for my new favorite team.
"It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at." With that in mind, let's go Heat. No one can debate how good their game is. So when the NBA finals begin tonight with the jump ball, I know who I am rooting for. But it is not Micky Arison.
After dismantling San Antonio and its 20-win streak in the West, Thunder coach Scott Brooks now faces the task of defending a super-confident LeBron James. The question becomes: Will he double-team him, or try and live with his scoring while attempting to shut down Wade?
The Celtics failed to show up Thursday night and tried to defend James with a bundle of different looks; will LeBron come out in Game 7 with the same mindset? Or, will he fall to 0-3 all-time in Game 7s?
I'll watch that. Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson and Masters Champ Bubba Watson will play together for the first two rounds of next week's U.S. Open.
LeBron and Spoelstra are easy targets to throw under the bus when the Heat eventually get eliminated but not the right ones. You can't win in the NBA without depth, and the Heat has none. That's on Riley.