I spoke to the newest "Heat" fan, my Big Brother at 8 a.m., as usual, today. I had texted him late at night that we had won. I knew he wouldn't see the texts until the morning. He told me this morning that he couldn't stay up even through all of the first half.
"It looked bad there in the first quarter, Ben," he said. "We were down 13?"
"14".
"How'd we do it?"
"We just chipped away, chipped away."
