The “how many times can the phrase Super Bowl Sunday be spoken on one broadcast” edition:
Barbosa: horribly off night and he didn’t look comfortable at all. 1 of 8 in 12 minutes it was one of the rare games this season where he was Kapono-like in his inability to do anything.
Bayless: 8 bombs and hitting on 4 of them. He missed one that would have tied it late in the fourth and, after which, the Heat pulled away and basically shook their asses at us. After an abysmal third, Jerryd helped bring us back to within striking distance.
Butler: seems like 3 minutes is about his maximum now. Face it, the guy is as integral to our success as a spoon is in eating a rib eye.
Calderon: safe to say Jose had his eyes on the sexy latinas in the crowd tonight…it’s the only way to explain the 5 turnovers from someone that usually protects the ball better than a protective cup. I really think he is getting comfortable with Jerryd on the floor at the same time and learning to move without the ball.
Davis: this guy had better game tonight than Liston at a stats conference filled with ladies. It was really great to see the usually pissed off looking forward look, well, still pissed off but actually doing something good for his team again.
DeRozan: I still stand by my statement that Bosh had some pretty big haters in the locker room and DeMar was one of them. If the case, it would explain him playing like he was a two year old teething and intentionally messing with his parents. Rather than look like he was kidding with the opposing guys on the court today, the majority of floor time saw him looking focussed and stern. It’s like Oakley finally figured out how to use iMessage and sent Bambi some direction.
Forbes: know when you have a hankering for some chocolate chip cookies? You make sure to pick some up at the store, do the rest of your duties and head home. You pour a nice cold glass of milk, tear open the cookies and…they are all broken into pieces. I get that feeling whenever we are actually playing well and contending in a game and this wanker gets the call to enter the game.
Gray: what the hell was that? I’d rather be re-born as a Jersey Shore character than see Gray play like that ever again. He reminded me of Bateer in a Raptors uniform. Sweet baby jesus.
A. Johnson: well, hell, you didn’t expect Mr. Moody to actually keep up the happiness he created in the last game, did ya? Can’t be too hard on him as he was going up against some pretty tough competition today that made him appear like he was a snowman going up against a tree in a greenhouse.
J. Johnson: the guy is more frustrating than that damn Rogers tone that comes on when their logo appears. He reminds me of that cocky guy at a club that thinks he can just show up in a suit with a nice tie and have the ladies drape all over him. That grin he has just drives me mental. Get in the game…I mean, 4 fouls 5 boards and 2/4? You want to carry yourself like Walt Frazier 2.0, then make your game speak for yourself first.
Kleiza: buddy decided to dust off his guns again and do his best to get to the line to augment his shooting night. There are times where it just looks like there should be raw meat hanging out of his mouth and his face painted like Braveheart. Don’t know what it is, but I fear for him when he retires and he needs to get rid of his anger.
Magloire: back to his old stomping ground and it was a great example of why the Heat didn’t mind losing him. 3 boards in 9 minutes and as inconsequential as an Argo game being played at the same time as the Super Bowl. For free. With all you can eat wings. And beer.
Driving the bus: DeMar DeRozan
Under the bus: Leandro Barbosa
Theme of the Game:
