ESPN recently conducted a survey, asking its bloggers not if the Miami Heat will win a championship, but “How many?”
Only four of the 93 respondents provided the correct answer: zero.
Seventy-one percent predicted at least two.
While the hype-machine that is the World Wide Leader goes into overdrive propping up the image of its forsaken demigod, Lord LeFraud, its shameless promotion, errr … collectively unvaried prognostications, hinge on the untouchable premise, support and conclusion that: “Them guys are good.”
While this line of logic completes itself in the form of a circle, it doesn’t take into account the basic dimensions, rules and arithmetic of James Naismith’s creation.
If only Jamal Mashburn and his fellow fiends of fail could help complete the argument, or perhaps a thought, in its favor.
There is one, LeBron-James-mural-on-Cleveland-skyscraper-sized flaw in the idea that the Heat is the next NBA dynasty.
Think Gordon Ramsay and Emeril Lagasse sharing one stove, or Rex Ryan and Mark Mangino splitting one value meal.
The Heat are an experiment in diminishing marginal returns and the epic failure that’s bound to ensue will lead to the reconfiguration of all parties, ESPN included.
