Things Are Looking Soapy in the Bubble
Someone is in trouble.
As we all know since the beginning of the 2019-2020 NBA Season, everyone pretty much had their pick of who they believed would make it to the NBA FINALS. Bucks, Lakers, Clippers, and Rockets being the uttermost picks, no one being linchpinned on Miami or even Denver to take out Kawhi and PG.
In Some such way before the pandemic hit and the Bubble exploded, Lakers and Bucks were highly favored to be in the finals.
Everyone just loves counting out Jimmy Butler... I'm guessing its either his attitude problem or possibly just the natural fact that he works harder than most players in the league.
The Miami Heat organization is in the top 5 in nutrition and health and keeping their players stress free and mentally ready for every game.
Between Dwyane Wade’s MVP-caliber play throughout the late 2000s, the arrival of the Big 3, and their back-to-back championships, Miami was roaring. So, when LeBron James left, the playoffs fell out of reach, and Chris Bosh‘s services were made unavailable due to medical complications, many questioned the mettle of Miami’s roster, and their ability to retain the attention of their fanbase.
Yet, throughout the ups, the downs, the wins, and the losses, Miami stayed true to what made them and would keep them relevant. Regardless of the composition of their roster, Pat Riley has instilled a confidence in his players, one that helps retain the allure of a hard-headed and relentless organization. Even in 2015, when Miami went from Eastern Conference champions to the lottery, the fans continued to pour in. Where many thought the winning culture established in Miami would leave with the greatest player in franchise history, the Heat found a new awakening.
Miami’s young stars have proven the competence of their front office, headlined by first-time All-Star Bam Adebayo, Rising Stars participants Kendrick Nunn and Tyler Herro, and 3-Point Shootout participant Duncan Robinson.
The funny part about all of this is with all this talent inside the Miami Heat Roster how could they leave Jimmy Butler and his shooters out of the occasion?
Well everyone knew the Heat were gonna have to go up against the Greek Freak at some point in the playoffs.
I study the game of basketball and one thing I realized since the beginining of the season was how well the Miami Heat played together on the floor. The way they move the ball on offense is similiar to the 2015-2017 Warriors. Their confidence and charisma as a whole is incredible and I wouldnt be surprised to them in the Finals again next year (hopefully not in some tight bubble with no fans)
The Lakers go up 3-1 on the Heat, and things are looking soapy now in the bubble. It would be great to see the Lakers get this ring in honor of Kobe and Gigi.
Maybe Bronny can keep giving Jimmy some more tips in the bubble.
Who Knows, stay tuned for more news with 3GENIUS.
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