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A confession

Posted by Charles P. Pierce  May 26, 2011 02:21 PM

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This Blog realizes it might cost itself any chance ever again safely to visit Cleveland -- or whatever part of it Carl Crawford left standing -- but it has to admit, it is starting to like very much watching the Miami Heat play basketball. That one exchange in the overtime the other night in which Dwyane Wade blocked Derrick Rose's shot and LeBron James threw himself in a full Cowens-esque dive to keep the ball in play was what did it. It isn't going to be basketball that will appeal to those folks who wander the earth weeping silent tears for the demise of the back-pick, but the athleticism on the floor more than makes up for that -- and that's even taking into account This Blog's considered opinion that Chris Bosh is merely a 21st Century Jack Sikma, not that it's a bad thing to be.

I don't know when, exactly, people are going to forgive James for the manner in which he left Cleveland -- AFTER NINE YEARS -- or, for that matter, why anybody outside of Cleveland should care one way or the other. (Athletes are in it for themselves? Professional sports is more than half-spectacle? Hold my hand, mother, I may faint.) But if you can't appreciate the way the Heat play, then This Blog feels very bad for you. Truly, what dog can you possibly have in this fight right now, assuming that this audience is not made up of professional radio contrarians.  At the very least, it looks like the Heat may be the last thing standing in the way of an NBA title for the insufferable Mark (The World's Smartest Human) Cuban. Now, that's something to root against.
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