No. You. Didn't.

The 2010 Miami Heat are the most celebrated team in the history of sports, that has yet to win a single game.

The hype machine has been in overdrive the last week.

It culminated with the following, a song by the rapper Flo Rida (not pictured) entitled "We Already Won (The Miami Heat Song).

Take a listen.


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First thing's first.

This song is WAY better than the horrendous T-Pain Miami Dolphins song.

As a child, I had multiple surgeries on my ears.

I would gladly exchange any of those for the aural insult that is T-Pain's auto-tuned abomination.

So at least this is catchy.
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Now to the title of this blog.

I was there at the AmericanAirlines Arena the night the Heat introduced LeBron James, Dwyane Wade, and Chris Bosh.

They were handing out placards with a photo of the Big Three that read "Yes. We. Did."

Of course, they were mirroring the language of President Obama's campaign slogan "Yes. We. Can."

Never, a good idea to mix politics and sports.

But you can just call this the audacity of hoop.
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That night felt a little dirty.

How can you throw such a big party, for a team that hasn't done anything yet?

Yes. We. Did.

What exactly did you do?

You signed three players.

Three awesome players.

Two sure-fire Hall of Famers.

But you haven't won anything yet.

Underneath all the noise and laughter, I kept thinking, God help this team if they don't win a title.

This is "Dewey Beats Truman" embarrassing.
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I don't blame the fans or the media for drowning in the pool of Heat adulation.

This SHOULD be an incredibly good basketball team.

The role players they've filled in, make for a roster this is built to win and win big.

But they haven't done it yet.
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The Heat marketing machine should push this team.

It sells season-tickets, gets you the cover of 'Sports Illustrated,' and creates a frenzy for your fans.

But head coach Erik Spoelstra has the opposite job.

He needs to bring these guys back down to earth.

Here are the facts.

The Heat were embarrassed in the first round of the playoffs the last two years.

LeBron James has never won an NBA title.

Dwyane Wade has an injury history.

Chris Bosh has never played in a meaningful NBA game.

Does it mean these guys can't have a parade down Biscayne Boulevard eventually?

Absolutely not.

But I can't get down with this premature party.

Although, Flo Rida did put together a catchy little soundtrack for the insanity.

Waiting Game...

Thank you Boston Celtics.

With their win over Cleveland I'm finally riveted by the NBA.

I'm sitting on the edge of my seat waiting to see what happens to the four men you see pictured: LeBron, Wade, Bosh, and Amare.

Dirk may also be changing teams this summer.

Joe Johnson is in play.
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The NBA is now pure and total chaos.

I think LA will wrap up the title among the four teams that are left.

But Kobe had better celebrate while he can.

The landscape of the league, for the next DECADE, is now on the line.

The games between now and the handing out of the trophy are merely a footnote to the off-the-court activities.
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As for my hometown, Miami, I think we're in the hunt.

I've previously laid out why I think it's POSSIBLE for the Heat to sign both LeBron and Dwyane Wade.

I don't know how realistic that could be.

But leave me be.

Allow me to dream between now and July 8th (players can agree to deals July 1, but can't officially sign the contracts until July 8th).

This could be the makings of a dynasty.

OR, the Heat could suck for a long, long time.

Players like Dwyane Wade don't happen often.

If he left, it'd be like Sherman walking out of Atlanta. That's General Sherman, not former Heat and Syracuse guard Sherman Douglas (who happened to be nicknamed the General).

So, if I'm going to have a decade of awful basketball, at least, give me this month or so to dream big.
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Civic pride is on the line BIG TIME this summer.

How big is your town?

How can you woo the best in the league to come to you?

New York has made their move, they've offered LeBron free lap dances for life at Scores.

Excuse me big apple.

But if you're going to appeal to LeBron's prurient interests, you're barking up the wrong tree.

We have a little more to offer here in Miami.

Now, if you were going to offer him unlimited museum tours.

Or if LeBron happened to have a hipster fetish, you'd be in luck (in your face Swifty).
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Chicago, New York, New Jersey, Miami, Los Angeles, Dallas...

This is the summer where EVERYONE is playing for keeps.

This free agency period promises to be more captivating than any NBA regular season, since Michael Jordan retired.

Frankly, once all these guys sign, the rest of the season is going to be anticlimactic.

The NBA: Where waiting for free agency happens.