This past Saturday evening, Jack Russell’s Great White (not to be confused with Great White or Great White without Jack Russell) were booked to perform a post-game concert after a monumental clash between the Columbus Lions and the host Trenton Freedom of the Professional Indoor Football League (essentially a less glamorous version of the Arena Football League).
It would appear from the footage above, Trenton fans were so excited by their club’s 66-63 victory, they immediately ran to their cars so they could continue the celebration in the privacy of their own homes (and/or somewhere that Jack Russell would not be audible).
Much as I hate to use CSTB editorial space to plug the efforts of Cumbucket Media’s entertainment division…if I don’t who the fuck will?
‘Talk About Hardcore’ is the first album from Columbus’ UNHOLY TWO since 2010′s ‘$kum Of The Earth’ (Columbus Discount / Negative Guest List). Early appraisals have ranged from “sonic terrorism” (614 Mag) to ” “three guitars riding heavy on a single shit storm of distortion, but mostly they swirl in a way that sounds like they’re trying to escape being murdered by one another” (Chicago Reader). I don’t know if it’s actually possible for guitars to murder each other (Crime, aside), but I’m gonna argue with experts.
Props to director Noah Rosenstein who managed to create an engaging music video simply showing Lamont “Bim” Thomas aka Obnox in the middle of his daily routine (doing laundry, breaking records, cloning himself. Someone said there’s some smoking going on, but I cannot fully comment as I don’t have broadband yet.
Not for the first time this offseason rehabbing Mets starting P Matt Harvey has ran afoul of club management with refusal to stay in the shadows until told to do otherwise. On Tuesday, Harvey’s instagram and Twitter feed featured the above photo, which as the New York Daily News’ Kristie Ackert explains, left the team open to suspicion of censorship.
“We just felt the photo was inappropriate and we asked Matt to take it down,” Mets PR boss Jay Horwitz said.
The photo disppeared from Twitter (but not Instagram – yet), along with Harvey’s entire account (@MattHarvey33).
Horwitz said the Mets did not ask Harvey to delete his Twitter account. That decision, Horwitz said, was Harvey’s.
Last time I checked the Portland finished the 2013-2014 NBA regular season with a 54-28 record, one identical to the Western Conference #4 seed Houston. With that in mind Sunday’s 122-120 OT victory by the visiting Blazers would not rank amongst the most glaring upsets in recent memory, but it does seem there’s one set observers who insist on viewing the series with a Rockets-centric POV. In the words of Willamette Week’s Janet Weiss — perhaps best known to some of you as the drum virtuoso from Quasi/Sleater-Kinney/Jicks/Wild Flag/Drumgasm (do I really need to go on?) —- “If you’d been watching (TNT’s “Inside The NBA”) with the sound off, you might think Houston the victor.”
The Inside the NBA crew can’t seem to take Portland’s humble, unassuming players very seriously. The highlights were primarily of Houston. Harden makes a three. Dwight gets the rebound and slams a commanding put-back. Patrick Beverley skips down the sideline after receiving a flagrant foul. Aldridge, Lillard and Matthews each receive a little screen time, but most of the TNT post game show talks about the Houston Rockets.
But for Portland fans who’ve followed this Blazers team, the lack of ego and flash is a source of pride. We might not appreciate Shaquille O’Neal referring to Robin Lopez as “barbecue chicken,” but the fact that Aldridge and Lillard are the first teammates to score 45 and 30 in a playoff game since Jordan and Pippen in 1992 reaffirms our faith in this team.
(EDITOR’S NOTE : with today’s news the Mets have promoted OF Bobby Abreu from Triple A Las Vegas, you might think this a proper occasion to reflect on the 18-year MLB vet’s storied career. In which case, perhaps you should start your own blog, preferably one that features less trolling of personals ads. Without further ado, from July 6, 2007, here’s a CSTB post entitled, “We Have No Reason To Believe Michael Kay Placed The Following Advertisement”)
On the bright side, at least somebody is doing something to ease tensions between Venezuela and the United States.
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In the wake of Jim Helwig aka The Ultimate Warrior’s passing two weeks ago, 538.com’s Benjamin Morris considers the mortality rate for professional wrestlers, taking a Mushnick-with-a-calculator approach that reveals, well, yeah, it’s a deadly business. No heavy research, however, is required to conclude Wrestlemania VI (dead participants in red) was a showcase for those destined to perish too soon :
Writes Morris, “I don’t want to speculate as to the cause of this phenomenon, though a number of theories in varying shades of sinister spring to mind. But it saddens me to think that my 13-year old self was so thoroughly entertained by watching ghosts.” Doubtful that in 1990, Morris could’ve predicted Jake Roberts would outlive Juanita Wright, but either way, we’re watching plenty of ghosts on NFL Sundays, too.
(really just a cheap excuse to post this song again)
Fresh off the Chipper Jones and Mariano Rivera retirement tours, Florida Today’s John A. Torres announces he finds such ceremonies “nauseating”, saying of the pending tributes to Derek Jeter throughout the American League, “a nice round of applause from the fans should suffice…boo if you want, applaud if you must but these tributes need to stop. Otherwise, please pass the barf bag.” (link swiped from Repoz and Baseball Think Factory)
Apparently, Mets fans in New York are marketing the “Jeter Retirement Barf Bag.”
Some of the “directions” on the bag include: “WARNING! Repeated exposure to video clips of Jeter’s last two truly great plays may cause nausea and vomiting (“the flip” vs Oakland in 2001 and “the dive” vs Boston 2004 — note the years”).
Can you imagine this nonsense taking place in football? Do you think the Redskins honored Troy Aikman? Can you picture the outrage in Pittsburgh if the Steelers honored Ray Lewis?
The Magic recently decided to go one better, honoring Dwight Howard with a video tribute when he came to town with his newest team — the Rockets. Howard held the franchise hostage, got a terrific coach fired, criticized the team and the city, and forced a trade to the Lakers.
I’m gonna presume Torres is aware that unlike Howard, Jones, Rivera and Jeter all earned a measure of affection and/or respect because they didn’t force trades and/or get managers fired during their tenures with the same organizations they started their careers with. But it’s totally ok, because I got to post the White Boy single again.
OK, that’s not exactly what former Mets GM/ESPN baseball commentator Steve Phillips — currently reduced to a co-hosting barely heard morning show on Sirius/XM’s “Mad Dog Radio” in the wake of his much publicized “>zipper problems — had to say to the New York Daily News’ Bob Raissman. But it was somewhat telling that Phillips wouldn’t directly claim he had empathy for others’ woes, because perhaps he doesn’t.
When he walks the streets of Manhattan he sees faces staring back at him. Phillips wonders what they are thinking, good, bad, or indifferent. “But what they are thinking,” Phillips said, “says more about them than it does about me.”
“When somebody says ‘That guy’s a scumbag,’ I don’t go there. I look at it from the point of the brokenness of the athlete, like Aldon Smith, or the executive, like Jim Irsay, as opposed to ‘How stupid is that guy?’” Phillips said. “Why would Irsay put everything he has at risk? Yet people do because of the sickness, or the illness or the problems they have.”
“For anybody who has addiction issues, shame is a major part of that addicting process. So I’ve had to surrender that part of it thinking about, living in some part of shame,” Phillips said. “… I don’t go there. The goal for me now is to take what I have in my life and make the best possible day I can. If that is the morning radio show that’s great. If it’s having the great opportunity to broadcast Mets games, what a gift that is.”
Neither Raissman nor Jeff Wilppn manage to explain precisely what Phillips has accomplished in radio or TV — other than make tabloid headlines — that would qualify him for the right to breathe down Josh Lewin’s neck (sorry, Josh — the mental image isn’t pleasant, I know).
(file photo of Harper waving to his adoring fans before running to first base)
Nats OF Bryce Harper sat out Wednesday’s game against Miami with discomfort in his right quad, but that’s apparently not considered sufficient excuse for loafing on the basepaths by manager Matt Williams. On Saturday, Williams pulled Harper from today’s contest versus St. Louis after the latter was said to be suffering from what the skipper called, “the inability to run 90 feet”. From the Washington Post’s Adam Kilgore :
Leading off the sixth inning, Harper tapped a fastball back to Cardinals pitcher Lance Lynn, who snared it on a chest-high hop. Harper jogged out of the batter’s box and peeled off halfway to first base. Once he returned to the dugout, Harper said, Williams informed him, “Kevin’s going to left.”
“We made an agreement,” Williams said. “He and I made an agreement. This team made an agreement that when we play the game, that we hustle at all times, that we play the game with intensity and the willingness to win. As it turned out, his spot came up. Kevin Frandsen put on a nice at-bat against [Trevor] Rosenthal. But his spot came up with the ability to win the game. That’s a shame for his teammates. Regardless of situation, regardless of what’s happening to you personally, we have to play the game a certain way to give ourselves the best chance to win. And it’s too bad that it came down to that situation in the ninth inning, when he could have been at the plate. For the sake of his teammates, and the sake of the organization, he needs to play with aggression and the way he plays.”
Harper said he “absolutely” understand Williams’s decision and “I respect what he did. It’s part of the game.”
Of his restricted free agent status, Carmelo Anthony has warned a return to the Knicks next Autumn is hardly a sure thing, and a mindful William Rhoden of the New York Times‘ proposed solution is a sign-and-trade that would send Anthony to the Lakers in exchange for the possibly-not-fit Kobe Bryant. Though admitting, “the odds of this happening are tiny, or infinitesimal”, Rhoden still manages to insist, “I may be the only person on the planet who believes such a trade would be a key step toward bringing the Knicks a championship”. In lieu of a polygraph test, we’ll have to hope Rhoden isn’t merely being provocative for the (fucking) sake of it :
Knicks fans point out — emotionally, by the way — that Bryant is 35 and has a ton of N.B.A. mileage on him, and that he tore his Achilles’ tendon in 2013 and fractured his knee this season. His body has taken a beating, and Jackson would be gambling on Bryant’s recuperative powers. But Bryant’s will, his competitive spirit and his commitment to winning are like new, and they are what the Knicks need most.
The Knicks don’t need an aging Bryant to be the Kobe of old. For the next two seasons at least (Bryant is signed through the summer of 2016), they need him to point the way. And that, he can still do.
In Anthony, the Lakers would get a supreme building block. That organization has good karma, as Jackson might say, and with Anthony still in his prime, Los Angeles would find a way to get back on top in the Western Conference.
Bryant admires Jackson, and Jackson is probably one of the few people capable of showing Bryant a vision of accomplishing something that even Jordan could not — reviving a second N.B.A. team. That might just convince Bryant to try a two-year run on Broadway, or maybe even more than two years. If nothing else, Bryant might set the stage for a Kevin Durant era in New York, with Durant leaving the Oklahoma City Thunder to come east and join Bryant when Durant becomes a free agent in 2016.
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Recently, my record label successfully licensed a new song from Sweet Talk’s hit ‘Flash Of Light’ EP to a Russian advertising agency for a shampoo commercial. I know, a shampoo commercial! I watch “The Americans” every week, it seemed preposterous. Anyway, despite serious tensions between our countries, the Russians have paid up and I’m meant to forward the money to the band.
The problem is, tomorrow is Record Store Day (you might have heard of it — it’s this thing where people who appreciate post-Ratt music go to stores and buy records they’re never gonna open) and if I haul ass down the street to End Of An Ear with my sleeping bag and stuffed GG doll, I’ve got a good chance at being one of the first in line when they open tomorrow AM. If I use that shampoo commercial dough on snapping up the Die Kreuzen “Cows & Beer” reissue and all of the Christoph Death Waltz titles, I could flip ‘em and DOUBLE SWEET TALK’S MONEY. I mean, you might even say if I have the band’s best interests at heart, it would be unethical not to!
Anyhow, please advise, because if I’m gonna do this, I really need to get out of the house before the sun comes up.
your friend in ethics,
Young, at 68, still sounds as has since the very beginning: His voice is high, sweet, gentle, cracked like soft leather even when snarling through a version of “Ohio” nearly marred by some audience members’ clumsy clapalong. The man who roars when riding a Crazy Horse sings like an angel when seated behind one of his two pianos or strumming one of the eight guitars with which he surrounded himself. His take on Gordon Lightfoot’s “If You Could Read My Mind,” now a set regular, rescues it from the soft-rock abyss; it sounds like one of Young’s own offerings. So too does his version of Phil Ochs’ “Changes,” which Young said Thursday night served as the template for much of his own work.
He was actually in a merry mood for most of the night. Young told elliptical tales about catching snapping turtles in the old mill stream when he was 5. He shared a story about Pete Seeger and an unnamed folk singer booed off the Carnegie Hall stage for wearing a gold lamé jacket.
- Richard Wilonsky, Dallas Morning News (“Neil Young gave his ‘Heart’ and ‘Soul’ Thursday, and some folks just gave him a hard time”), 4/18/14
Wow, who could that gold lamé jacket-wearing singer have been?
Tuesday marked the 17th anniversary of President Bill Clinton’s appearance alongside Rachel Robinson commemorating Jackie Robinson Day during that night’s Dodgers/Mets tilt at Shea Stadium. I attended said contest, one marked by a heavy security presence given Clinton’s visit to Queens and until now, I’ve thought Mr. Met being stuck in the Diamond Club elevator next to myself and Spike Lee was the beloved mascot’s biggest thrill, but it turns out, I’m not even close, as author AJ Mass explains. In excerpts from ‘Yes, It’s Hot In Here’ that appear in today’s New York Daily News, Mass, a former Mr. Met, claims his attempts at having his picture taken with Clinton were stymied by an overzealous Secret Service :
Mass recalled how the agent stared directly into the mouth of his huge faux leather head to deliver a warning that sent chills through all eight of Mr. Met’s fingers.
“’We have snipers all around the stadium, just in case something were to happen,’ he says. ‘Like I said, do whatever it is you normally do. But approach the President, and we go for the kill shot. Are we clear?’
“He pauses for a moment to let the words sink in, and it feels like he isn’t only looking into my eyes, but also into my very soul with his blank, unblinking stare,” Mass writes.
“’Approach the President, and we go for the kill shot,’ he repeats. ‘ARE — WE — CLEAR?’”
Sure, Lorde looks bummed out, but who amongst us wants to explain to the dry cleaner how a jacket acquired so many pine tar stains?
On Wednesday, the New York Times published a detailed report that concluded Florida State University and the Tallahasee Police Department had barely lifted a finger to investigate December 2012 rape allegations against FSU QB and eventual Heisman winner Jameis Winston. While FSU frames their lack of cooperation wish said story as tied to respecting “state and federal privacy laws”, the Gannett-hosted FSView, touted as an independent, “fair and objective” publication covering the school, has gone the entire day with no analysis, opinion, or even mention of the Times’ findings.
Eric Young Jr. stole a pair of bases in Thursday afternoon’s 5-2 defeat of the free-falling Diamondbacks, giving the Mets outfielder 6 swipes on the season. During the radio broadcast, Josh Lewin and Howie Rose expressed dismay that recent reports of Young visiting a Scottsdale “mental sports trainer” were fodder for internet yucks. Rose found it sad that in 2014, fans would be so unenlightened as to poke fun at such things, while Lewin argued seeing such a specialist was no different than seeking out extra guidance for a physical pursuit.
Trouble is, as SBN’s David Roth points out, the mental sports trainer in question is not exactly Dr. Allan Lans.
Freeman’s bio is notable for a wealth of unmotivated capitalization — “Whether its, Cheer leading Baseball, Hockey, Basketball, Football, Soccer, Arena Football or Olympic type of sports figure skating, weight lifting, track the list is endless…Sports is competitive and it’s all mental,” all (sic)’s in the original — and for Freeman’s tendency to compare herself to Dr. Dani Santino of the short-lived USA Network show “Necessary Roughness.” (“She has been called the ‘Dr. Dani Santino of Necessary Roughness’ Because of her techniques of overcome fears and doubts with athletes.”)
It’s a pretty extraordinary website, and one that mostly reads — in syntax and capitalization and general half-distracted grandiosity — as if it was written on a smartphone during a bumpy bus ride. The parts of the site that read best, on baseball and baseball slumps, appears to have been lifted wholesale from this website. Freeman’s other website, hypnosisbypattie.com, is more concerned with selling Freeman as a hypnotist-entertainer for corporate events. It is written much the same way — “Pattie is one of the Top Rated Female Stage hypnotist in the US. Voted #1 Entertainer of the year” — and notes that Freeman was the “Arizona State Fair hypnotist for 2012.”
This all raises various questions, starting with why the Mets couldn’t connect one of their players with a visualization specialist or hypnotherapist who is 1) an actual doctor and/or 2) whose bio does not contain the words “Pattie’s Comedy Hypnosis Shows is a SOLD OUT hit at Dave & Buster’s.”
Much as I hate to tell the WWO’s bookers how to do their jobs, how did they blow the chance to schedule a Justin Toxic vs. Justin Credible match? QUEENS BOULEVARD ISN’T BIG ENOUGH FOR TWO GUYS NAMED JUSTIN.
Also, a mere 30 minutes for the meet and greet? That can’t possibly be enough time to have a serious discussion with The Caveman.
(they’ve got ‘em in Anaheim, too)
Of the Nu-Stadium’s Helmet Nachos, Gothamist’s Nell Casey writes, “this wasn’t the first time I’d indulged in some stadium nachos,”, but apparently she’s not previously sampled Wrigley Field’s much vaunted, possibly superior product, one that beat the Yankees to the market by 4 years.
There’s nothing beyond the sheer volume of food product and its unique serving vessel that makes these nachos any different than your garden variety stadium nacho; and even so, hasn’t everyone enjoyed a “helmet ice cream” at some point or another at the ballgame? The chips were nice and crunchy, the cheese a pleasing shade of mustard, the pickled jalapenos spicy as all get out; in other words, exactly what you want out of a big ass bowl of nachos.
Would I order the helmet again? Probably not, unless I hadn’t eaten for several days and had no further food ingestion plans for the foreseeable future. Even my seemingly endless capacity to eat cheese was no match for the gargantuan portion; and at $20 for one item, it’s steep even for ball park prices. Once you dump the excess and give it a rinse, you do get a souvenir helmet out of the deal, which would make for easy re-gifting to some kid you don’t care much about.
In the promo buildup for this summer’s World Cup, ESPN’s attempted to fashion a personality cult of sorts around soccer commentator Ian Darke. Not wishing to stand pat after Darke’s acclaimed work in South Africa 4 years ago, ESPN marketing manager Brandon Gillen commissioned a series of straight-t0-You Tube clips of Darke providing play-by-play in a series of non-soccer scenarios. Gillen, who tells the New York Times’ Richard Sandomir he’s not familiar with Woody Allen’s 1971 comedy, “Bananas”, penned a spot in which Darke presides over a blind date at a Brooklyn eatery.
Mr. Darke starts his commentary while sitting on a bar stool, then rises to stand beside the actors playing “Jim” and “Stacey” before he sits between them at their table. He describes the action in the parlance of a soccer match, his voice rising and falling with the encounter’s ebbs and flows.
When Jim spills wine on Stacey, Mr. Darke says, “Desperation time now. It might take a miracle.”
But when prospects perk up for the couple, he says, “Go, go, Jim! Call him the comeback king! Oh, it’s incredible. Who is writing this stuff?”
“We hoped it would be viral,” Mr. Gillen said. “It’s the kind of digital content that people pass around.”
It’s almost the 20th anniversary of the last time the New York Rangers won the Stanley Cup, a Game 7 defeat of Vancouver at MSG that was preceded — like most big Rangers game of the past generation — by a rendition of “The Star Spangled Banner” sung by John Amirante. Speaking with Newsday’s Neil Best, Amirante describes the thrill of performing the national anthem….for a crowd so pumped up, he was pretty much unheard.
“I was on cloud nine, excited and thrilled to be there,” John Amirante said, recalling June 14, 1994, the night the Rangers hosted the Canucks in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup final.
It was and remains the most memorable anthem on the career list of a guy who estimates he has belted it out more than 1,000 times in public – more, as far as he knows, than anyone else alive.
What’s ironic is that night’s performance was all but inaudible, a guy performing his signature song in a crisp 90 seconds while Rangers fans drowned out his words almost entirely with anticipatory cheers.
“I couldn’t even hear myself when I was out on the ice,” he said. “It was so loud.”
Was he offended? Hardly.
“No, I wasn’t,” he said. “No, no, no…my first concern was: Am I going to hear the organ?” Amirante said.”
Swansea defender Chico Flores’ 2nd yellow card in a matter of minutes —- this one for fouling Chelsea’s André Schürrle — resulted in a dismissal that left the hosts shorthanded for more than 70 minutes of a 1-0 loss Sunday. The Guardian’s Stuart James reports that Chelsea in general, John Terry in particular, had undue influence on referee Phil Dowd :
Asked about his part in the Flores incident, Terry said: “I just said, ‘It’s a second yellow for me’. He gave him one a couple minutes before on the halfway line and that one just outside the box is probably even more a yellow than the other one. Fair play to Phil, the ref, it was a big decision to make and I thought he made the right one and credit goes to him for that.
“I’m speaking as a Chelsea player, but when we all sit back and look at it then it’s definitely two yellows. It’s simple as that. If it’s a minute, two, five minutes into the game and it is a yellow or red card then it doesn’t matter. Thankfully we managed to take advantage.”
Garry Monk, the Swansea head coach, was bitterly upset at the time, in particular with the reaction of the Chelsea staff and players. “If you go by the letter of the law, it is a sending off. The more disappointing thing was that it looked like he [Dowd] had signalled straight away ‘no’, as if to signal it doesn’t warrant another yellow,” Monk said. “For their bench and manager to [then] surround the fourth official, and their players surround the referee himself, and then the red card comes so [much] later on, it makes you wonder.
While Mets starter Bartolo Colon allowed 3 consecutive HR’s to Angels hitters in the first inning of today’s game in Anaheim, early indications this season were the 17 year veteran still had something or other in his (very large) tank. “At 40, Colon Continues to Defy Time and Weight” declares the headling of Tim Rohan’s Colon profile in Sunday’s New York Times, a piece that somehow manages to avoid any mention of El Barto’s 2012 suspension for PED use (“if he keeps pitching well, he could turn into a New York folk hero: big, fat and sort of fearsome, defying all logic as he keeps winning games”)
Colon does stretching exercises to try to remain nimble. He also keeps a blue foam cylinder, which is used as a massage roller, by his locker. But lately, he has started smacking the roller as loudly as he can on the floor of the clubhouse, or on nearby chairs and tables, in an apparent effort to entertain his teammates.
“Everybody thinks Bartolo’s a big guy,” said Jose Valverde, recently anointed as the Mets’ closer. “I don’t think so. He’s got a lot of muscle. He’s in great shape for 40 years old.
“A lot of players have a stomach,” added Valverde, no slender guy himself. “It’s no big deal.”
“He’s not transitioning to the backcourt or covering a wide receiver,” strength and conditioning coach Jim Malone said. “Pitching is a skill. Obviously, it would be helpful to be in shape. But he knows how to pitch.”
“Will ‘Draft Day’ surpass ‘Major League’ as the iconic Cleveland sports movie?” asked the Cleveland Plain Dealer’s Glenn Moore Thursday, perhaps unaware at least one reviewer — in this case, ScreenRant’s Ben Kendrick, had already declared the Kevin Costner star vehicle, “outright absurd at times”.
In an endeavor to make cross-country phone calls stimulating, Reitman toys with an enhanced (and constantly shifting) split-screen effect that, if it weren’t for a commanding turn from Costner, could have been dizzying. Fortunately, the veteran actor appears to relish in GM Sonny Weaver’s view of the Draft Day dilemma, which requires idealism, pragmatism, as well as a sense of humor, resulting in an absorbing and often downright relatable protagonist. That said, the character’s evolution throughout the movie isn’t particularly nuanced – making it hard to believe that Weaver is actually in control of the situation (as opposed to just a lucky opportunist).
Outside of the principle characters, most supporting players are thinly scripted caricatures – which also make it relatively easy to predict where all the puzzles pieces will fit as the narrative plays out. This isn’t to say that audiences will guess every plot point ahead of time, but in spite of high-powered trades, Draft Day rarely offers truly engaging surprises. Ultimately, the only genuinely shocking revelation is just how far Reitman ventures to test disbelief in the final thirty minutes.
Accusing his beloved Miami Heat of intentionally trying to miss out on the Eastern Conference’s top seed, 2 Live Crew’s Luther Campbell takes to the pages of Miami New Times to argue,”a ball club chasing its third title is supposed to do what the San Antonio Spurs are doing — beating the shit out of mediocre teams,” adding, “sometimes, you gotta channel a young Mike Tyson and knock motherfuckers out to prove you are still number one.”
The road to the Eastern Conference finals is much easier for the team that finishes as the second seed. That means the Heat would play the Charlotte Bobcats in the first round and the winner of the Toronto Raptors-Washington Wizards matchup in the second round.
Interestingly, the Heat has posted a combined record of 10-1 against those teams this season. If Miami gets the top seed, the opponent in the second round might be the Chicago Bulls or the Brooklyn Nets, two teams that have proven they can beat the Heat with size and defense.
The Heat revolutionized the game by allowing players to rest throughout the regular season. It began when Pat Riley brought in Shaquille O’Neal. One of the organization’s major selling points to veteran players is that the Heat adds more years to their careers by not playing them the full 82 games. The problem this season is that strategy hasn’t allowed the team to build a chemistry.
When Dwyane Wade did play, he and LeBron appeared out of sync. They need some time to get comfortable with each other. That’s not gonna happen with the Bulls or the Nets.