|Ode to the 2011-2012 Miami Heat: A Theme Song.
||[May. 18th, 2012|11:48 am]
After taking in the aftermath of this game in meditation, I feel I must address the 13 year old rich girl that is the persona of the Miami Heat.
Seriously. Wade. What the fuck?
You and LeBron. Two catty little bitches.
You know it don't matter anyway.
You can rely on the old man money.
Living for the thrill of it all, you try to be strong, but you can't.
Seriously Miami, sack the fuck up. You are the most unrootable fucking team in sports. Even Charles Barkley and Bill Laimbeer were beloved by their pro cities' fans. If I was a Miami native, I'd be clinging to memories of the perfect Fins season, Dan Marino, and the Miami Hurricanes. Shows like Miami Vice and Dexter would rank higher on my pride list. Girl scout cookies would be better than being a Heat fan.
For your own sakes, LeBron and Wade, you don't want to go out in this series. The Snaq Heats had to burrow through Detroit. Wade HAD a semi-okay (overrated) legacy in Miami before LeBron showed. But now? What stepping stone is Indiana? They're sneaky good, but they're not a thorn in your side. Nobody could believe they made the playoffs. In fact, they're the ultimate underdogs, just by sheer "who ARE they" factor.
Indiana could really pull off a memorable upset if they oust the Heat.
I normally root for the 'best' teams, but I just can't back the Heat. Seriously, the 13 year old rich girl nonsense has to stop.