the Miami Sports Dude

Insider Information you’ll only get here at the MSD (and most Detroit area newspapers): Pat Riley prepared his team by giving each player two cans of Red Bull with a colada chaser. Meanwhile, the Pistons were served warm milk and Big Macs for their pre-game meal. How else can we explain the Heat’s 98-83 win Saturday night? There is no other explanation. Right?

Shaquille O’ Neal did not dominate. Ben Wallace was just fatigued. You know, all those hours on a privately chartered plane from Detroit to Miami can take its toll on a guy.

Dwyane Wade scored 35 points only because Tayshaun Prince was drowsy. The inter-planetary system he resides from is 3000 light years from earth. The trip itself has no scenery whatsoever and the tolls are a bitch.

Chauncey Billups almost pulled the Pistons through as he had the hot hand in the 4th quarter. He pulled Detroit within one but because he was so fatigued and exhausted from carrying that large head of his on his shoulders all day, his legs simply just gave way. This tends to happen to people who have overly large craniums and no chins.

Rasheed Wallace was simply drained from all the talking he’s done throughout the course of the season. His overworked jaw muscles would not allow his arms to fully work, forcing him to only go 4-11 in the game.

Rip Hamilton was downright worn out. That mask of his is just too heavy, turning his legs into frail, feeble spindly rubber, thus allowing the Heat to actually score more than two or three baskets! Damn sweaty-creepy mask!

So, once again, the somnolent, drained and worn out Pistons just could not make their shots, allowing the obviously well rested and wired-up Heat to make theirs. Hell, at one point, all five Pistons starters fell asleep on the court. And that damn Miami crowd would not let them nap. But Flip has a plan, we’re sure.

Series: Heat 2 – Pistons 1
Game 4 Monday Night.

Labels: Miami Heat