In the words of Randy Edsall, “Stop reading your press clippings, gentlemen…” Well, I’m not saying that Miami got caught up in the heat of the moment (see what I did there…heat). But, somewhere between the decision, the Big Three ESPN Promo’s, and Chris Bosh’s ostrich neck, we forgot that champions are born out of marketing campaigns and media coverage. Nope, not even a little bit. Unfortunately, they still have to play the game.
Otherwise we’d be all still be talking about the Gyro Ball in baseball, or just how good Adam Morrison’s NBA career was. One thing the media machine can’t change is the outcome of games, whether players will show up at the show down, or be fourth quarter floozie. Sorry, it’s a fact.
I couldn’t be happier with Dirk Nowitzski’s performance or happier for him as a person; he’s living the age old American dream. Immigrant from the old world, show’s up on Lady Liberty’s shores with no more than a couple hundred thousand in his pocket, rises through the ranks of day laborer with an outside jump shot and big-man type size, grinding it out day after day, punching his clock and coming out at the end of it all on top of the world. Well done, Dirk. Well done.
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