Yesterday the Heat regained form and defeated the team I despise most in the NBA. I watched the Pacers flop, complain, cajole, and whimper their way to a 1-1 deadlock in the Eastern Conference Finals. I admit a certain bias here. I’ve despised the Pacers since Reggie Miller suited up. That hatred rose to a fever pitch when Miller single-handedly wiped the floor with my beloved Knicks by scoring 8 points in 9 seconds.
The new look Pacers don’t have Miller’s killer instinct. They flop and put on airs, making them the worst kind of NBA team–the anti-bad boys.In my opinion, a team like this doesn’t deserve to see the NBA Finals. I’d like that honor to go to the Heat, a team comprised of NBA all-stars, former all-stars, and talented role players, many of whom took a pay cut in order to become a dynasty. I’d like them to meet up with the Spurs, a class-act of a franchise that has been demolishing the Oklahoma City Thunder with the pre-season ease. Ten Spurs scored in tonight’s 112-77 thumping of the Thunder. Spurs now lead the series 2-0, and neither game was remotely close. Perhaps there is hope of a Heat-Spurs clash after all.