On one hand: Not the best job, good-seat-having Miami Heat fans.
Near the end of a dominant performance that sparked a 99-90 win over the Boston Celtics in Game 1 of the Eastern Conference Semifinfals, Dwyane Wade comes flying into your section after an errant pass. Your reaction? Part like the Red Sea and allow the the leader of your squad to come crashing down on the chairs in the second row behind the cameraman. Not the strongest show of support; once again, we must question the ways in which you "fan up."
(Except for you, Dude on the Left in Glasses. While you did olé the catch a little bit, you hung in there more than your fellow fans and made a solid effort to break Wade's fall. I see you, Dude on the Left in Glasses.)
On the other hand, let's walk a mile in these Heat fans' flip-flops. Dwyane Wade stands 6-foot-4, weighs 220 pounds and has come out of a dead sprint to launch himself in your direction. You are smaller than he is and, because you are seated, you possess very little kinetic energy. Do you want to be the first object with which he makes contact? If you have a rudimentary understanding of physics and are not impervious to pain, you are probably like, "Nah, I'm good, but thanks for asking, Flying Man."
Also, by my count, Wade had played 35 minutes and 36 seconds of NBA playoff basketball at this stage of the game. This makes him a very sweaty projectile. You don't want to get all types of sweat all over the white clothes that you've worn to prove that you like your hometown team a lot. Gross. Sweat T-shirt contest = not a good look.
To be fair, Wade himself also deserves a little bit of one hand/other hand here.
Up big in the fourth quarter of a playoff game, still trying to chase down insanely long passes and performing textbook Stinger Splashes on fans several rows deep? Very Memphis Grizzlies of you, Mr. Wade. All heart, grit and grind, no doubt about it. Continuing to push yourself so hard so late in the contest can energize your fan base and inspire your teammates to raise their levels of play in Game 2.
Still, though: Maybe be careful with that crashing-into-metal-chairs stuff.
Remember, your backups are Mike Miller and Eddie House, better known as Not Close to Even 10 Percent of Dwayne Wade, Even If You Combine Them. You're a valuable commodity, my friend. Stick around awhile, huh?
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