CHICAGO — Just when I had forgotten how much the Detroit Pistons were disliked back in their Bad Boys days, the Miami Heat awoke the echoes again. Or more accurately, the Chicago Bulls and their fans did it for them.
Every time the name LeBron James was announced, the rowdies can’t hold their boos. Every time he touched the ball, it was more of the same. There were enough hard pushes and shoves, well-placed elbows and venomous talk to reach at least 8.5 on the Laimbeer Scale, I’d say.
The Bulls players aren’t big fans, either.
“I hate those motherlovers,” one of them grumbled out loud the other day. “They got a roster full of All-Stars, but they ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of . . .”
Insert imagination here.
CHICAGO – The Heat and the Bulls met in Game 3 of the Eastern Conference semifinals Friday night, but the real story wasn’t about who was in uniform. It was again about who was in civvies.
Warning to the rest of the NBA, especially the Miami Heat: If history can be used as a guide, Derrick Rose is going to be a much better shooter when/if he returns during the playoffs.
