He has been mature, responsible, earnest, and dedicated to the task. No, he couldn’t convince a parade of ill-fitting teammates to play this thing they call defence, or to rebound as if it mattered, or to create contact the way he does. No, he has not been able to lift his perpetually flawed and limited teammates past the first round of the playoffs. No, he’s not LeBron, or Dwyane Wade, or Kobe. Few are.
But by and large, Chris Bosh has, unlike certain others of this franchise’s franchise players, been someone the city could be reasonably proud of.
This, however, was not his finest moment. Maybe he thought it would be playful; maybe he was just bored on a Friday night, waiting for the Lakers-Thunder game to start. Maybe he genuinely doesn’t know what to do – which seems likely – and decided to do a little dance with the masses.
But that’s what this was – a cry for attention, for affection, for an adrenaline shot to the ego. Worse, it was a disingenuous cry; it was the kind of fan-baiting that Bosh was above this season, as he conducted himself with dignity and respect. Unlike, say, LeBron James, who took a peculiar sort of delight in publicly flirting with the idea of playing in New York, among other places. LeBron appears likely to stay in Cleveland, in which case all of that will be forgotten, and forgiven.