The Milwaukee Bucks proved to be a feisty bunch as they tried to even their best-of-seven series with the Miami Heat on Tuesday night. Even with Brandon Jennings and Monta Ellis struggling for most of the game, Ersan Ilyasova, Larry Sanders, and Luc Mbah a Moute proved to be just an irksomely itchy asshole to the Heat throughout Game 2.
But then the Heat blew the Bucks' asses out of the arena by going on a 12-0 run during the fourth quarter, and that was the end of that.
Unlike in Game 1, the Bucks came out cranking on all cylinders. And while they have none percent chance of winning the series, it was still quite exasperating to watch them hit jumpers and frustrate the likes of LeBron James, who scored ONLY 19 points on the night.
Still, it was all for naught.
Although this season has been the Super Terrific LeBron Happy Hour, it was Dwyane Wade who came soaring to the rescue in Game 2, for the most part.
Normally, LeBron is the Flying Death Fortress of Fatality against teams. But on Tuesday, it was D-Wade who crashed the stratosphere with massive dunks and attacking the rim like it had insulted his momma. Wade threw down 21 points and kung-fued the ass off the Bucks defense by slicing through it and taking the ball right into the danger zone on an 8-for-14 shooting night.
Although most will be calling this a "vintage" performance from Wade, as if Erik Spoelstra found him in a cellar inside the American Airlines Arena and blew dust off his face, Heat fans know that D-Wade has been doing his thing all season. Wade has been denting faces in the shadow of LeBron destroying the competition en route to a fourth MVP award all season long. And, on nights when James' game is somewhat disheveled, Wade has been holy-shit-my-asshole-just-exploded-from-all-the-awesome brilliant. This wasn't vintage Wade. It was Wade. Being Wade. Kicking teeth in and making dudes make the "Who farted?" face.
And then there was the Birdman, who has been a one-tattooed-man-wrecking machine in the first two games of this series. Chris Andersen was again an insane giant berserker, scoring ten points off the bench and grabbing six rebounds. But it was his filthy swat of a Marquis Daniels layup attempt that got the Triple-A rocking and everyone in the building flapping their arms like a bunch of crazy people.