This is what all the fuss was about?
'Cause, you know, I expected more.
Based on all the hype, I expected LeBron to go for 45 last night, D-Wade for 30 and Chris Bosh for, um, 28 and 20 boards. I expected a Heat-splosion. I expected bullets to bounce off them, locomotives to lose to them in a footrace, the Empire State Building to be a speed bump for their mighty stride to step over.
Then I turn on my TV, and they're the Golden State Warriors. Got absolutely housed by the Celtics, those mere mortals. Trailed almost wire-to-wire. Trailed badly a lot of the time. Didn't look anything like what they were supposed to be, which is the Greatest Basketball Team Ever Assembled.
There's nothing the Blob loves more than saying we told you so, and we told you so: The Heat will be good. They'll be very, very good, possibly. But, as a chastened D-Wade said when it was done, they aren't going to go 82-0. They aren't going to automatically show up in the NBA Finals just because they're, you know, the GBTEA.
At this point, based on what I saw last night, they're not even close to being the best team in the East. Until otherwise notified, that's still the Celtics.
Sure makes this guy look, um, not smart. Seventy-three wins? That means the Heat can only lose eight more games the rest of the season now. If they don't get better in a hurry, they'll be over the limit by Thanksgiving.
So much for great expectations. At least for now.