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Let's Hope This Spurs-Heat Finals Lasts Forever

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It didn't take long for the San Antonio Spurs and the Miami Heat to set the tone for Game 1 of the NBA finals. The game started with Mario Chalmers feeding a beautiful pocket pass on the break to LeBron James, who then sliced into the lane and dropped the ball off for an easy Dwyane Wade dunk. A few possessions later, Tony Parker and Tim Duncan ran a perfect pick-and-pop that ended with Duncan firing a touch pass to the corner, where Danny Green hit a wide-open three.

All of Game 1 was like that: crisp, clean basketball played by two teams at the height of their powers. The Spurs and Heat combined for just 13 turnovers and 24 personal fouls, and the rhythm and pace of the game had none of that herky-jerkiness that characterized long stretches of Miami's series against Indiana. It was such a well-played game that LeBron's 18-18-10 triple-double just kind of faded into the scenery.

Of course, the game had to end on its ugliest possession—Tony Parker's game-clinching shot, which he must've learned from his copy of And1 Mixtape of Desperation Heaves, Vol. We Lost Count. I guess 47 minutes of near perfection earns one dash of good fortune.


There's a great old essay about basketball by the art critic Dave Hickey that comes to mind now. He was writing about Dr. J's famous gliding, one-handed layup against Kareem and the Lakers (he was also writing about Jeffersonian democracy, but let's skip over that for now). Hickey's point was that the highlight didn't belong solely to Dr. J; it was also Kareem's. "[I]t was Kareem's perfect defense that made Erving’s instantaneous, pluperfect response to it both necessary and possible—thus the joy, because everyone behaved perfectly, eloquently, with mutual respect, and something magic happened ..." That's what this series should be. Not a referendum on LeBron's or Bosh's manhood, or on Duncan's dotage, or on Pop's tactical brilliance. Just two great teams leaping at the same time and urging each other upward. May it go to seven.

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