The "Heat" just destroyed them. 120-85, the Final. 35 points! "Heat" won every quarter except the second, which was tied. Spo took the starters out with 8' left! O.Y. played; Duncan played; H. Highsmith played. Bam held his own against Joel: 12, 6, 1 steal, 2 blocks, in 28' vs 17, 5 rebs, 2 asts, 1 steal, 2 t.o.'s in 33. Jimmy was the man just as he as been throughout these playoffs, 23, 9, 6, 1, (-2) in 35', but it was close for man-of-the-match! The Composer created a symphony in rock, 19, 10, 1 (-1) in 28'. Team shooting was the mirror image of game four, tonight 53.6% (39.4%) to 36.5% (28.1%). This was a grudge match for the "Heat", a game to shoot their bodily essence all over the critics and doubters (Here! I'll close my eyes, I'll take a facial splooge), all over and under Joel's mask, all on and between the hairs of James' beard and a big load right up Electric Maxey's asshole, short-circuiting him. A collective whimper from Phila tonight. The "Sixers" got bullied, beat-up, finessed, out-shot, bruised and battered. Now c'mon, "Heat", you gonna lay another turd in Philly Thursday night? Be like Philly was in Toronto in game six, "We were not going back home for a game seven." Do that. Drive a stake through their cheesesteak heart on their home court. C'mon!