Scott Raab is taking last night's result better than we imagined he would: "The Miami Heat, beloved of the bath-salt zombies lurking under every overpass from Coconut Grove to Biscayne Bay, heroes to the half-wits who prefer gold to goodness, have won another crown."
He might have failed to get into the Heat locker room, but Drake was able to connect with the champs a bit later for a modest little celebration at Story in South Beach. Bottles were popped. People danced. There was pizza.