Tinker, shminker. Know what? It don’t matter who Erik the Great throws out there. If mother-fuckers hold the other guys to under 100 points "Heat" win. Period. Look it up: 10-1 playing defense, 6-15 when not. How hard was that to figure out? Tough, nasty D has been the "Heat's" identity since 1995. They have always been the most hated, most physical, most exasperating team to play in the league.
So what was that bullshit before Erik re-invented the wheel, that “play at place” runnin’ and gunnin’, if-it-ain't-a-three-it-ain't-basketball bullshit? “Heat” don’t have Splash Brothers, they got Clank Cousins. Play at “Heat” pace, a simmer, not a boil. Let Riley’s de rigueur Big slow it down for you. Let him eat the offensive glass and give the gang that can’t shoot straight second shots.
First, second, and last, play defense like the existence of the franchise depends on it. ‘Cause it do.
So what was that bullshit before Erik re-invented the wheel, that “play at place” runnin’ and gunnin’, if-it-ain't-a-three-it-ain't-basketball bullshit? “Heat” don’t have Splash Brothers, they got Clank Cousins. Play at “Heat” pace, a simmer, not a boil. Let Riley’s de rigueur Big slow it down for you. Let him eat the offensive glass and give the gang that can’t shoot straight second shots.
First, second, and last, play defense like the existence of the franchise depends on it. ‘Cause it do.
