As if I even have to write an article about John Lucas the third (yes, I like to spell it out), or as my friend calls him, JL3. There aren’t enough Stacey King-isms to yell out the window to describe how big this victory was.
(Speaking of Stacey King-isms, every time I do something good in life, I yell out “pass me the hot sauce Neil Funk! I’m open as soon as I get off the bus!”)
There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said by anyone who witnessed Lucas go off for 24 points in the absence of Derrick Rose, Chicago’s point God (see what happened there?).
But, alas, here we are.
Right after JL3 hit a smooth fade-away jumper over LeBron James, it was evident that it was his night, and there was nothing anyone on a loaded Miami Heat roster could do about it. LBJ stepped up to the challenge of guarding Lucas late in the game and promptly proceeded to get stepped on (figuratively) by the bite-size point guard.
Has there ever been a more literal "David vs. Goliath" matchup than the one between Lucas and LeBron James? For a minute there it was a sure thing that our lasting image of JL3 and JBL would be when James leaped over Lucas on an alley-oop.
This win is big, and the score wasn’t indicative of how un-close the game was. The Bulls out-hustled and outgunned their Miami opponent. Is this the team that’s supposedly in a different class than the rest of the league? That's going to win "not five, not six, not seven..." championships?
Scratch Chicago off the list of teams that are buying that.
If anything, it seemed as if everyone besides Dwayne Wade and LeBron James was intimidated by the Bulls' energy. And if this game is any indication of the atmosphere to be expected at the last two regular season games between these two teams, we’re in for some future Hardwood Classics, at the very least a couple Bill Simmons columns.
For now, we’ll end with a personal favorite Stacey King-ism: Beep Beep! Drive home safely!
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