Terry Foster: King's A Choke Artist, But Heat Had Other Issues, Too
What did you do to celebrate the Dallas Mavericks victory over the Miami Heat on Sunday night?
Did you honk your horns downtown Woodward?
Did you plan on taking a flight to Dallas or Cleveland to get in on the good times?
The Mavericks NBA championship wasn't about MVP Dirk Nowitzki cruising, or Mavs owner Mark Cuban cursing on television. It wasn't about the Mavs avenging a loss five years ago to the Heat. This was about hating on LeBron James and the Heatles.
We have a public enemy No. 1 in the NBA and he calls himself the King, although he looked more like the court jester during the fourth quarter of these games. James all but disappeared in crunch time and now he is being called a choker and gag artist. (People are passing around jokes that James can't make change for a dollar because he cannot produce the fourth quarter. I've heard this joke a million times so please stop e-mailing it to me like you thought of it.)
I will admit things became so tense for him in the fourth quarter that his head band began to squeeze so tight around his forehead that I thought it was going to explode.
I am sure the King never imagined all this when he said he was taking his talents to South Beach. He did not imagine an entire country rooting against him. He did not imagine a tweet 15 minutes after the game from Cavs owner Dan Gilbert taking swipes at him. And I am sure he never imagined watching a German become a hero in his own country.
This is the reverse of Joe Louis and Max Schmeling.
