There Will be Blood was narratively slack at points.
Infinite Jest confused complexity with value.
The DeLorean had a top speed of a well-built go-cart.
Point being, even unambiguously excellent things—society’s creative pinnacles, its masterworks—are riddled with flaws. Nothing’s perfect. Few things are particularly close.
Which brings us to the Miami Heat. Despite two titles in as many seasons, the league’s best offense and LeBron James, Miami has significant weaknesses—soft spots ripe for exploitation, chinks in their impressive armor.
And with the start of the NBA playoffs just a month away, and the champs floundering a bit in the home stretch—before winning consecutive games against the Houston Rockets and Cleveland Cavaliers, the Heat had lost five of six—these blemishes are becoming more conspicuous.
As in: The team is old and tired. Its defense has slipped. A once-great supporting cast isn’t what it once was. There are problems on the boards and in three-point defense. There’s an occasional malaise that sets in that feels deeper than the usual doldrums even the finest teams fall into periodically.
Many of these vulnerabilities are intertwined—it's difficult to tell where one ends and the next begins—but if Miami's quest for a three-peat falls short, one, or several, of these liabilities is likely the culprit.