They say we got no chance this series. They say it’s gonna be a blowout. A sweep for Miami. We’re 4-1 underdogs. They say we’re too old. They say we’re too injured. Not enough rest. No Avery Bradley. Can’t stop Wade. Can’t stop Lebron. Can’t match up. Too slow. It’s a moral victory just getting here. Well guess what? I say bring it the fuck on! See this is the beauty of sports. You don’t win NBA titles on paper. Lebron can’t be voted a champion.
Bottomline is this. If Miami is going to beat us they better fucking destroy us. I’m talking 20 pt blowouts every game. Because if we keep these games close… If we turn this series into bar fight my money is on the motherfuckers who wear green. The guys who have been through the wars and come out on top. The guys who live for these moments and don’t get overwhelmed and disappear in them. Sure we’re more spit than polish, more grit than glitter, but that’s how I like it. It’s like Kevin Mchale once said in explaining how the Celts beat the Lakers in 86….Sometimes the team that is willing to get dirty makes all the difference in the world. Bron Bron doesn’t want to go there with us. There is a reason he chose to play in South Beach with his pals. There is a reason he always tanks when it matters most. Deep down he is soft as tissue paper. Give me the teamsters, the hard hats and the miners over the South Beach club scene frauds any day of the week and twice on Sunday.