The Miami Heat are falling apart.
After losing four games in a row and five-of-six, including a humiliating 30-point beat-down by the San Antonio Spurs and close defeats to Eastern Conference rivals the New York Knicks, the Orlando Magic and the Chicago Bulls, who beat them twice in the six-game span, the Heat are experiencing a melt-down.
"I told the team I'm not going to continue to fail them late in games," a rare humble and defeated LeBron told reporters after again missing another potential game-winning shot.
"I put a lot of blame on myself."
Despite Wade's attempt at sarcasm, he was right. The world does hate the Heat. It's hard to imagine a NBA team in history that has been more despised than Miami is today, or any team in any professional sport even.
LeBron might pretend to embrace his role as villain, but deep down inside he absolutely hates it.
LeBron loves to be loved.
Those years in Cleveland where everyone kissed the ground that he walked on and blew kisses up his derrière were the best times of his life.
Nothing brought him more joy than believing that he was actually a king, no matter how silly that sounded.
He truly thought he was the King of Akron, the King of Cleveland, the King of Ohio.
In his deluded sense of self-worth, he still believes he is the King of Cleveland, despite having betrayed the city with his "Decision," so much so that he took offense upon hearing that former teammate and still Cleveland Cavalier, Daniel "Boobie" Gibson, had the audacity to declare himself the "new" King of Cleveland at his own private birthday party.
But LeBron is no longer a "king," nor was he ever really one. The citizens of Cleveland didn't mind humoring him when they believed he could bring them that elusive national championship, when they could practically taste it year after year.
But LeBron is now property of Miami, where the more sophisticated population don't believe in "kings" or "royalty." They hardly believe in sports, arriving late at home games always, and just like the idea of having a great local sports team without really caring about the actual games.
And now with LeBron's sensitive soul aching, one that cannot find the will to win without being loved, one that truly fits the protagonist of the song, "Tears of a Clown," the Miami Heat are doomed, wasting the talents of superstar Dwyane Wade and even marginal star, Chris Bosh.
The only solution, if the Heat are ever to win another NBA Championship with Wade or one of these "superstars," is to break up this unholy trinity. The "Heatles" must die and before forever sent back to the burning pits of Hell where it was conceived.
But that raises the question, "who must go?"
Should it be Bosh, the alleged "cryer" among the team who shed tears over a regular season loss despite not even touching the ball in the critical final minute of play?
Or should it be James, the ultimate "evil force" in NBA basketball, the most despised and hated athlete not just in America, but arguably the whole world? This self-proclaimed "king" that the whole world considers a "queen" and "jester" instead.
Pat Riley has a difficult decision to make.
One thing that he shouldn't be worried about, though, is finding takers for this trade, except possibly if it was for Bosh. But for Wade or James, getting a Carmelo Anthony-type deal from a team like the Knicks should be relatively easy.
So NBA fans, who should go, Wade or James or Bosh?
No matter who it is, the NBA will be better off once it has rid itself of the farce that is the current "Three Stooges" of the league, the Miami "Heatles".
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