“Y’al can mope, but I’m going to the strip club.”
These were the slobbering words spewed from a drunken Heat fan stumbling down the American Airlines Arena stairwell moments after his mighty squad fell in Game 2. And so the quote of the night appeared before the postgame even started.
Or so I thought.
It’s no secret LeBron James injects fear into the opposition. Tonight’s opposition included Pacers point guard George Hill, who may have delivered the greatest praise of LeBron’s basketball life.
“There’s only one person who’s scarier,” said Hill. “And that’s God.”
Yet for the Heat’s two most essential possessions down the stretch of Game 2, LeBron appeared more human than usual. He turned over the rock twice, as Miami watched a 2-0 series lead vanish on their home floor.
“I am very disappointed in my judgement and my plays down the stretch,” James said. “But I’ll make up for them.”
Two poor decisions amid a box score of brilliance in which he succeeded on 14 of his 20 shots for 36 points and 8 boards against the most potent defense in basketball. Cursed by greatness, LeBron feeds off the illusion of perfection.