Learning to swim isn’t always fun. It requires antagonizing months of adults throwing you in the water without floaties, expecting you to flap your way to the other side of the pool.
But learning how to swim is a lot more fun if Miami Heat player James Jones is in the pool too.
James Jones, along with team TV host Jason Jackson, took a dip with kids at Overtown’s Gibson Park Pool last week and discussed the importance of pool safety, all part of the Heat’s Learn To Swim campaign, now in its 12th year.
This is the Stradivarius of pots and pans, an entire orchestra of them.
The InterContinental Miami temporarily pulled the culinary accoutrements from its executive kitchen to help celebrate the Miami Heat's 2012-2013 NBA Championship.
As the Miami Heat rounded the homestretch of today's parade, InterContinental staff and guests took to a small stage along the parade's route to smash ladles against soup pots and smack spoons against baking pans.
The quality of the video is low budget and low sound quality but high energy.
A guy is standing in his bedroom with his hair gelled up. He’s wearing a Dwyane Wade jersey. “Guys, Miami, you know what time it is and you know I had to make another video!" he exclaims. "The 2013 playoffs are back! The Miami Heat. The greatest season ever! And I got my money on it that we going to win the championship again!”
I am a Miamian. Miami is and will always be my hometown. I graduated from Miami Central High School, Miami Dade Junior College and Florida Atlantic University. And basketball is and will always be my favorite sport. My only son is a 23-year-old named Michael Jordan Sheer, which means he got his name before Jordan got any rings.
Chris “Birdman” Andersen was circling the NBA’s proverbial trash heap when he was picked up by the Heat in January. And no one could have predicted the impact he would have for the defending champs in the coming months.
The story of his NBA reclamation may even beg for a script.
“That’s already a movie. That’s Back to the Future ain't it?” quips the festooned Andersen after a recent practice.
Poor Tiago Splitter. He tried so hard to make a teeny dunk. When the Spurs starting center went up to throw one down on Lebron James with eight minutes left in the fourth quarter, the Brazilian got waxed.
Two plays later Lebron slammed a two-handed dunk off a steal, and it was at that moment you knew the Heat were relentlessly swarming, like a school of frenzied piranhas, and they would not be defeated. Not there and not then.
The opening sequence of last night’s NBA finals game against the San Antonio Spurs summed up the Miami Heat’s 2013 season under the big three of Lebron James, Chris Bosh, and Dwyane Wade.
An electrifying dunk by Dwyane Wade followed by nine unanswered points and then a grinding hustle to get back in the game. We, as fans, must live and die with the unremitting arc of sports narrative and the sorrowful nosedives of emotion. The 2013 Miami Heat are like Agony and Ecstasy coming over for a dinner party to your apartment.