The Heat is On
Congrats to the Miami Heat for winning the 2006 NBA championship. Congrats to Shaq, the mature one in the spat with Kobe, for winning another title two years after Kobe had him shipped out of town. Congrats to Dwayne Wade, who will be a force in this league for years to come.
No congrats to the Mavs, who I will use as a poster child for my own children in defining a sore loser. Whining about refs. Kicking balls into the stands and hitting 63-year-old men in the side of the head. Knocking over stationary bikes. Running onto the court to yell at refs and the NBA commissioner.
When the Suns beat the Mavs last year in the playoffs they were gracious winners, when they were eliminated by the Mavs this year they were gracious losers. Jerry Colangelo has always put high value on character, as demonstrated when he sent Jason Kidd -- accused of spousal battery -- to New Jersey and received a far poorer point guard in Stephon Marbury in his place. (Marbury had character issues of his own, but that's water under the bridge.)
The Spurs beat the Suns in last year's playoffs, yet I rooted for them in the Finals because they carried themselves with class, from ownership on down. Popovich is a classy coach, Tim Duncan is a classy team leader. Win or lose, they get respect. I think the Suns are the same, even if they haven't won the big one yet.
Dallas may win a title someday; they have the talent. But I'm guiltily taking pleasure right now in Dallas' loss. It's called schadenfreude; I think Dirk Nowitski can translate it for Mark Cuban.
