Return Of Slick...

When I referenced the return of slick, I'm not talking about myself (not pictured--- though as a child I'd stick my head under the sink to look like the man in the picture).

There are a few BIG topics going on in the world of South Florida sports and my friend Ari threatened to take his business elsewhere if I didn't address them, and so here I am.

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What happened to the Heat in Game 2 was embarrassing (if not unexpected). With Kevin Garnett out, the Celtics woke up and obliterated Miami.

In every category that matters, the Heat were outworked, outplayed, and yes, outcoached.

Miami comes home for the next two with their "BACK IN BLACK" campaign. That seems apt, seeing as it's likely this team's funeral.

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UNLESS....

Pat Riley reaches BACK into his bag of tricks.

Much like he took over Stan Van Gundy's playoff team, and turned them into a champion, he needs to intervene.

Would a Riley-coached team give forth such a piss-poor effort in the biggest game of their season? I'd argue no.

Riley has no scrupples. That's why I love the guy. He said there are two states of being, winning and misery. How's Mr. GQ feeling right about now?

Don't act like he's above it.

Imagine for a second, that the Heat re-sign Dwyane Wade this summer and MIRACULOUSLY bring in LeBron.

Do you really think he'll move to Napa and let Spo drive that Ferrarri?

Please.

I'm just suggesting that Pat intervenes a little earlier.

If Miami gets swept in embarrassing fashion, is Wade really going to feel this is his best spot to win a title?

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Spo's a smart guy.

He does deserve credit for taking a mess of a roster and making it into a 50 win team.

Fine.

They beat up on crappy teams at the end and finished strong.

But, now it time for the big boys to make the decisions.

And I'm sorry.

As long as Riley is around, and as long as I remember what he did in 2006, I can't help but dream that he'll return.

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I thought I should explain a bit why I've dipped from sports on the blog lately.

Blame Mike Krzyzewski.

Duke's national title took a lot out of me.

When you reach sports nirvana, it's a little hard to come down and get fired up about Jorge Cantu's 18-game hitting streak.

I'd much rather spend my time watching youtube footage of Duke's post-game celebration.

But the draft is around the corner, baseball season is getting into full swing, and the NBA playoffs are here... If for no other reason than Ron Artest's hair, I'll get back into it.

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I don't care much that Jason Taylor is going to the Jets.

He's 36.

The Dolphins didn't make him an offer.

That's about it.

The Jets did.

My thinking is, the Dolphins didn't think he was that good.

They figured that either Cameron Wake or a player to be drafted, could do the job better.

Can't blame them for that.

Jason figured, I'm 36 and still want to play.

The Jets look like a Super Bowl shot and they're offering me a job.

Can't blame him for that.

I don't think it's a great betrayal.

I think it's a temporary pit-stop.

Jason's not the first past-prime player to sign with another team.

Brett Favre has done it with great success.

I understand what a great impact he's had for the Dolphins, but I'm blah on J-T.

All his shtick and camera-love haven't done much to ingratiate him to me.

Frankly, I look forward to rooting against him.

He's a better villian than ally.

And in conclusion, Justin Bieber.