the Miami Sports Dude

Shaq: Attending his grandfather’s funeral.

Udonis Haslem: DNP due to injury.

Dwyane Wade: Still rusty.

Gary Payton: Torn left calf muscle.

James Posey: Shitfaced.

What’s all this mean?

It means a second consecutive loss to the Charlotte Bobcats.

It means the Heat keep slipping in the standings.

It means another night of futility and frustration.

Never is a championship defense supposed to be this tough.

Posey was available for Tuesday night’s game, a day after being arrested for DUI. But he didn’t play well. What does a night in jail get you? 5 points, 6 rebounds and 1 assist the following day. A very sober Posey said it all during post game. “Right now, our chemistry is not good.”

Thanks professor.

Antoine Walker did all he could, scoring 17 points. But the day we’re relying on ‘Toine to guide us through the darkness is the day we run into the wall. Hard. And break our noses. And, as Ira Winderman pointed out on his blog, “Alonzo Mourning appears to be running on fumes…” Nice.

So the Heat fall 3 games behind the Raptors for the 3rd seed and ever important home court advantage in the first round. They can at least look to clinch the Southeast Division with a win over the just as luckless Wizards tonight.

And we gotta hope the Bulls win the No. 2 seed now because this Heat team can barely face them when all cylinders are firing, let alone when half the team is sitting on the bench in suits and our super star is still half the player he can be. I do not want us limping into Chicago in the first round. That would suck the major ass.

Better to face Cleveland on the road at this point. Our chances are a little better. But, man. What the hell else can go wrong? At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if Mickey Arrison’s head exploded.

"We hope, and I hope, there's bigger and better things," coach Pat Riley said. "Certainly tonight was a step back."

Whatever it is, this bad mojo needs to turn around soon. Playoffs are right around the corner.

Egads.

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