For all the stuff that would make you sick as a Bulls fan from Game 2 of the Eastern Conference finals, the pathetic attempt at self-importance by Heat valet Erik Spoelstra would be on the list.
The subject was the performance of Heat center Udonis Haslem. Spoelstra called the previously rehabbing Haslem a “warrior,’’ and that’s fine. Haslem made a difference in the second and third quarters on Wednesday night.
But it was by accident. Haslem was in the game purely out of desperation. His appearance has nothing to do with the soul-penetrating vision that Spoelstra tried lamely to foist on everybody. Jeez, how insecure is the guy?
After Haslem gave the Heat 13 points that Carlos Boozer couldn’t give the Bulls and provided better energy than Joakim Noah, Spoelstra shoveled “there was a look in his eye, and I knew it was time.’’
Make. Me. Puke.
Look, the blathering Heat coach, who looks like he won a golden ticket for "Take Your Child to Work'' Day, had a bunch of clods out there. Starting center Joel Anthony got two early fouls. In came Jamaal Magloire, who picked up a foul in four seconds and got another within two minutes. Spoelstra had no choice but to play Haslem, who, by the way, stunk early. I mean, Boozer blocked one of his shots, and Boozer can’t jump anymore.
But Spoelstra talks like he’s the shaman of South Beach. More like the crock of Coconut Grove. Can Pat Riley give him an original thought by Sunday?
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