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He wears LeBrons, he does the Rasheed Wallace three to the head thing and he has every single one of his dad’s on-court facial expressions down to a T. So basically, get excited for Zaire Wade to be the No. 1 draft pick in the distant future. Between that the flying cars, space homes and eyeball computers, 2021 is shaping up to be a good year.

(via Prep Rally)

Hand down, like 12 men down.

(via Drew Sheppard)

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Andrew Unterberger is the Last Angry Man in the crusade against LeBron James and his not-so-gradual march towards total unassailability. He’ll be checking in with us once a month this NBA season for an update on where he’s at with his LeBron hating, and how his attempts to channel all the world’s negative energy towards one generally well-meaning basketball player are progressing.

Narrative and Legacy both took a real beating among NBA fans and writers this Finals, particularly as related to LeBron James. That’s fair. People were trying to foist champion narratives on LeBron before it was time to do so, and people still tried to stick choker narratives on LeBron long after it was appropriate, if it ever was in the first place. I still think Narrative and Legacy have a place in NBA discussion, though, even among intelligent fans who also understand the amount of luck and chance and circumstance inherently involved in every game. Without some over-arcing themes — even a couple quasi-forced ones — the NBA is just a bunch of standalone episodes without any connecting series fabric.

However, there’s no denying that in Game 7, LeBron put all of that crap to bed, probably for good. He had an incredible night in arguably the most important game of his career, made the big plays early, middle and late, and was the single biggest reason by a considerable distance that the Heat secured their second straight championship. If there’s a qualifier left for LeBron’s greatness, I’m not smart or cynical enough to figure out what it is. He’s the greatest player of this NBA era, is on the very short list (and always getting shorter) of the greatest players of all-time. You could say that he still needs a third to start talking Bird-Magic, and of course that number six will always stand in the way of him ascending to GOAT status, but today, nobody really cares. He’s the best, he played like it, and he was rewarded for it. For one season, that’s plenty good enough.

Still, next year is another season. It’ll be a long four months for a hater like myself to wait for. Though to be honest, it doesn’t nearly compare to how I felt after his first ring, and really, it doesn’t even much compare to how I felt after Game 6, easily the most gut-wrenching basketball experience I’ve had not involving my own team. But it’s coming. And all I can really hope for is that, come this time next season, there’s more to talk about regarding LeBron’s Legacy and Narrative than “Stop talking about LeBron’s damn Legacy and Narrative and just bask in how great he is.” ‘Cuz that’s all there really is to do right now. The basking.

There’s not much I have to console myself with. LeBron is great and objects in greatness tend to stay in greatness. Nonetheless, in my current world of hurt, I have little choice but to take stock of the few glimmers of hope that maybe linger on the horizon, things that might come in the way of LeBron and the Heatles making Rohit Walia a very rich man. Be merciful, it’s all I have.

1. The Heat lost Game Six.
I mean they did, really. Just because they ended up winning doesn’t mean they didn’t lose that game. Down five with less than half a minute to go, that’s an L at least 95 times out of 100, if not 99. Only a couple lucky bounces on some Spurs free throws and a couple lucky bounces on their own offensive rebounds allowed them to somehow escape with a victory there. That’s not to say that their win was somehow ill-gotten or should have an asterisk or whatever, but just to say that if the Heat can let themselves be down five with 25 seconds to go in an elimination game, they’re clearly not invincible.

Also worth mentioning that LeBron has now been in three Game 7s in his two championship runs, which is one more than MJ had over his entire six title years. I don’t bring this up to imply that MJ is better than Jordan, or has some character strength that LeBron lacks which allows him to avoid such games, just to say that perhaps the disparity between the Heat and the field in the 2010s is smaller than the disparity between the Bulls and the field was in the ’90s, and that getting to six (or even three) for LeBron might be much more of a challenge, for reasons that may be totally beyond his control.

2. The Heat aren’t getting better than this.
The list of Heat players closer to the beginning of their careers than the end is not a long one. Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh both clearly took a step back this postseason, Ray Allen is going to be 38, and seemingly all of the Heat’s role players found themselves out of the rotation at one point or another in these playoffs. Wade and Bosh were hurting, sure, but that might be more rule than exception in postseasons to come, and neither is especially young anymore. Meanwhile, there’s no cap space for free agency beyond the minimum mid-level, and trade options are limited beyond the Big Three, and I just can’t see Wade being dealt, or Bosh getting back much of tremendous value. The Heat might not be much worse next season, but it’s hard to see them getting any better. All the talk this postseason was of the Spurs’ championship window closing, but the Heat’s window might not be all that much further ajar.

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Between this and Tim Duncan sadly walking to the locker room with a piece of confetti stuck to his head, let’s congratulate the official confetti man on a job well done. Great job, confetti man.

(via @Deion_Slanders)

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I know that guy sitting next to Shane Battier looks Photoshopped, but you have to believe me that this is real. I mean, he tweeted it, so it must be.

Denny’s. a championship tradition. #Grandslam

It’s no Chris Bosh going to Taco Bell, but I can still get behind a late night trip to Denny’s. The fact that Battier didn’t order the Moons Over My Hammy is kind of disappointing, but I understand that level of grease isn’t for every one. Nonetheless, do it for the puns, man.

But Battier wasn’t the only Heat player getting his food game right. Nope, LeBron James and Dwyane Wade CRUSHED some pizza with their buddy, non-media member Drake, at a club. Real thing!

Just another two reasons why the NBA is the best. (Technically second-best after pizza, but you know what I mean.)

Started from the bottom now we’re waiting outside of the locker room just like everyone else.

LeBron James still has an answering machine? Seems realistic.

But if you want to play along, call him at (305) 767-2226. Tell him I said hello.