â†µJoe Johnson, long Atlanta's best man, proved the killer in the end. Joe Cool nailed six of eight triple attempts with nary a jersey pop, scowl, or drunken Bibby crab walk. Pardon the tangent, but you'd think given mainstream punditry's obsession with clean-cut professionalism, J.J. would get more pub in that realm. Instead, he's a hero of the underground while the talking heads slurp the Big Three (LeBron, Kobe, Wade). Maybe we're all guilty of Superstar Obsession (see next paragraph), but still -- you'd think a cat like Joe Johnson could get a Fave Five list on ABC or something.
â†µMeanwhile, Wade's story looks toward July. He's in between LeBron and Bosh on the matter of "will he or won't he?" -- with an opportunity to re-up long-term this summer, Wade needs to decide if Miami's on the path to contention or whether Michael Beasley just isn't enough by himself.
â†µ(Addendum: at the end of her post-game interview of J.J., Doris Burke told him "it's OK to smile." J.J. obliged. I wish he would have scowled in her face. His heart scowled, I bet.)â†µ
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