No-hitters, curvaceous relief pitchers, the apocalyptic appetizer-swarm of the late-'90s Cleveland Indians. The horror. The horror.
The Miami Heat went into the Big Three era looking for all the world as if they were ready to turn the game and business of basketball on its head. Instead, they've become something much more prickly, small, joyless and familiar. Where's the fun in that?
A frank conversation on the question of Carmelo Anthony's "evolving" sports drink, and what that could possibly mean, and whether it could cause you to melt like Bruce Davison in X-Men.