Hey, The Heat Are Over At .500. Wake Riley.

Dan LeBatard, handsome as ever, brings up what everyone's thinking: Pat Riley's kind of a dick when it comes to abandoning his team when times are tough. Sure, he had some physical issues, but it seems obvious by now that it's not a coincidence that when the Heat are struggling, Riley's "recovering," and when they get back on track with everyone healthy, hey, here comes Riley!

We're never quite gotten the Riley schtick in the first place; his Armani-wearing, slicked-back hair persona still seems stuck in a time that's before we even remember. We find it amazing that the Gordon Gekko routine was ever in vogue, but now, it just seems ridiculous, like if Doug Collins came out with this perm mullet again. We like Dwyane Wade, and we even like Shaq, but it's pretty impossible to root for a team with Riley back as its coach again. He's become like that uncle whose antics you used to think were cool, but is now just kind of sad.

Riley's Timing Arouses Suspicion [Miami Herald]