Fans celebrate Miami Heat championship outside arena
Miami Heat fans celebrate the team's championship outside of AmericanAirlines Arena on June 20, 2013.
Emily Michot / Miami Herald Staff
Miami Heat Street Band performs before Game 7
Miami Heat fans are entertained by the Heat Street Band at the AmericanAirlines Arena before Game 7 of the NBA Finals.
Emily Michot / Miami Herald Staff
Miami Heat fans arrive for Game 7 of the NBA Finals
Heat fans are fired up as they arrive at the American Airlines arena for Game 7 of the NBA Finals.
Emily Michot / Miami Herald Staff
DJ Irie entertains fans as Miami Heat hit the court
DJ Irie spins for fans at the AmericanAirlines Arena as the Miami Heat takes the court before Game 7 of the NBA Finals on June 20, 2013.
Cindy Seip / For the Miami Herald
Miami Heat fans cheer before Game 7 of NBA Finals
Fans inside the AmericanAirlines Arena cheer before Game 7 of the NBA Finals between the Miami Heat and San Antonio Spurs on June 20, 2013.
Al Diaz / Miami Herald Staff
NBA Finals, Game 7: Spurs arrive
San Antonio Spurs players enter AmericanAirlines Arena for Game 7 against the Heat on Thursday, June 20, 2013.
LUISA YANEZ / Miami Herald Staff
LeBron James recieves the MVP trophy from Bill Russell for the second year in a row as the Miami Heat beat the San Antonio Spurs in Hame 7 of the NBA Finals at AmericanAirlines Arena in Miami on June 18, 2013.C.W. Griffin / Staff Photo
"Not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six ...."
This was a big joke, remember? And America laughed at it for more than a year. Laughed at him. Oh, the ego and hubris and presumption of LeBron James, in a moment of rock-concert celebration, getting carried away with future possibilities, as young people are wont to do and old people are left to wish they still could.
But now? Well, now that laughter has died, man. James killed it again Thursday night, just as it was hoping to be resurrected, on as magical a sports night as South Florida has ever seen. James wasn't merely given America's respect; he took it again, and against America's rather substantive will. And now "not one, not two, not three ..." championships is no longer sounding like a punchline. No, today it sounds like something between a threat and promise.
"Just getting started," Pat Riley said with hair and shirt stinking of champagne as Thursday turned into Friday, and one Miami Heat championship turned into two.
Last year, James finished those young fellas from Oklahoma City, just as they were uprising. This year, he closed the window on those old champions from San Antonio putting up one last valiant fight. Keep your armies coming in waves from all parts of the country and kneel before this King, who is just now getting the taste for the conquer and now begins looking to expand his empire. James scored 37 points as this season's punctuation, more than he had scored in a playoff game this year, putting up the biggest number at the most important time.
Liberated and soaring, James gave great interview after being crowned again, honest and humble, raw and real, and you could track on Twitter the waves this was creating, the villain turning to hero before our eyes on this climb because of how much we love to be near winners as they ascend. He's so likeable! He hasn't changed, mind you. Only the score has. But this is how you rewrite your story and your history in sports as you go, one scoreboard at a time. It is the cruel and cynical cycle of sports coverage these days: We'll always doubt you ... until we can't. So now James coasts easily into the trail blazed by Michael Jordan, like drafting in racing, his flight from here to be buoyed by only worship and applause.
This being the social media age, the Heat are covered more loudly than any team ever has been, the perfect team for this time morphing into a team for all-time in real time. James came to Miami to be in this kind of game, and to have help, but only five Heat players would score Thursday night. Didn't matter. It is probably better that the winning has been this hard, has pushed Miami to the brink and created so much doubt and stir and noise. If it had been easy, James would be getting accused of shortcutting his way to greatness. Because it was so hard, because it took the full seven games against both the Pacers and the Spurs, America kind of forgets that the Heat is a stacked team full of discounted ringers.
It gets quieter the higher you climb, away from the noise down there. James has climbed over Charles Barkley, who never won once. He has climbed over Dr. J and Oscar Robertson and Jerry West, who only won once. Now he joins Wilt Chamberlain and Willis Reed with two. He is in his prime, not yet 29, starting his winning at the same time Jordan did. He has made the leap from being compared to contemporaries to chasing the immortals. And maybe one day we'll laugh at ourselves for laughing at him for "not one, not two, not three."
Miami Heat fans celebrate the team's championship outside of AmericanAirlines Arena on June 20, 2013.
Emily Michot / Miami Herald Staff
Miami Heat Street Band performs before Game 7
Miami Heat fans are entertained by the Heat Street Band at the AmericanAirlines Arena before Game 7 of the NBA Finals.
Emily Michot / Miami Herald Staff
Miami Heat fans arrive for Game 7 of the NBA Finals
Heat fans are fired up as they arrive at the American Airlines arena for Game 7 of the NBA Finals.
Emily Michot / Miami Herald Staff
DJ Irie entertains fans as Miami Heat hit the court
DJ Irie spins for fans at the AmericanAirlines Arena as the Miami Heat takes the court before Game 7 of the NBA Finals on June 20, 2013.
Cindy Seip / For the Miami Herald
Miami Heat fans cheer before Game 7 of NBA Finals
Fans inside the AmericanAirlines Arena cheer before Game 7 of the NBA Finals between the Miami Heat and San Antonio Spurs on June 20, 2013.
Al Diaz / Miami Herald Staff
NBA Finals, Game 7: Spurs arrive
San Antonio Spurs players enter AmericanAirlines Arena for Game 7 against the Heat on Thursday, June 20, 2013.
LUISA YANEZ / Miami Herald Staff
LeBron James recieves the MVP trophy from Bill Russell for the second year in a row as the Miami Heat beat the San Antonio Spurs in Hame 7 of the NBA Finals at AmericanAirlines Arena in Miami on June 18, 2013.C.W. Griffin / Staff Photo
"Not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six ...."
This was a big joke, remember? And America laughed at it for more than a year. Laughed at him. Oh, the ego and hubris and presumption of LeBron James, in a moment of rock-concert celebration, getting carried away with future possibilities, as young people are wont to do and old people are left to wish they still could.
But now? Well, now that laughter has died, man. James killed it again Thursday night, just as it was hoping to be resurrected, on as magical a sports night as South Florida has ever seen. James wasn't merely given America's respect; he took it again, and against America's rather substantive will. And now "not one, not two, not three ..." championships is no longer sounding like a punchline. No, today it sounds like something between a threat and promise.
"Just getting started," Pat Riley said with hair and shirt stinking of champagne as Thursday turned into Friday, and one Miami Heat championship turned into two.
Last year, James finished those young fellas from Oklahoma City, just as they were uprising. This year, he closed the window on those old champions from San Antonio putting up one last valiant fight. Keep your armies coming in waves from all parts of the country and kneel before this King, who is just now getting the taste for the conquer and now begins looking to expand his empire. James scored 37 points as this season's punctuation, more than he had scored in a playoff game this year, putting up the biggest number at the most important time.
Liberated and soaring, James gave great interview after being crowned again, honest and humble, raw and real, and you could track on Twitter the waves this was creating, the villain turning to hero before our eyes on this climb because of how much we love to be near winners as they ascend. He's so likeable! He hasn't changed, mind you. Only the score has. But this is how you rewrite your story and your history in sports as you go, one scoreboard at a time. It is the cruel and cynical cycle of sports coverage these days: We'll always doubt you ... until we can't. So now James coasts easily into the trail blazed by Michael Jordan, like drafting in racing, his flight from here to be buoyed by only worship and applause.
This being the social media age, the Heat are covered more loudly than any team ever has been, the perfect team for this time morphing into a team for all-time in real time. James came to Miami to be in this kind of game, and to have help, but only five Heat players would score Thursday night. Didn't matter. It is probably better that the winning has been this hard, has pushed Miami to the brink and created so much doubt and stir and noise. If it had been easy, James would be getting accused of shortcutting his way to greatness. Because it was so hard, because it took the full seven games against both the Pacers and the Spurs, America kind of forgets that the Heat is a stacked team full of discounted ringers.
It gets quieter the higher you climb, away from the noise down there. James has climbed over Charles Barkley, who never won once. He has climbed over Dr. J and Oscar Robertson and Jerry West, who only won once. Now he joins Wilt Chamberlain and Willis Reed with two. He is in his prime, not yet 29, starting his winning at the same time Jordan did. He has made the leap from being compared to contemporaries to chasing the immortals. And maybe one day we'll laugh at ourselves for laughing at him for "not one, not two, not three."