The Chicago Bulls, fresh off having their their asses blown off in Friday's game three, decided to go the ole "HEAD GAMES" route before last night's game four.
The Bulls turned the tables on the narrative of this series -- that they can't score, so therefore they need to nail option B, which is to push Heat players around -- and began talking about how the referees are in cahoots with Miami, that LeBron James is a flopping flopper from the Planet Floptonia, and that the Miami Heat is just getting unfair treatment.
They chose poorly.
The result: an 88-65 ball clubbing and a 3-1 series lead for the Heat.
1. Seriously? 65 Points for the Bulls? LOLOLOLOLOL
Remember how after game one, everybody was all, "OH. MAY. GAW. DAH BULLS ARE SO SCRAPPY LOOK AT EM THEY'RE AMAZING I WANT TO TOUCH!!"
The media, Bulls fans, and Heat Haterz everywhere were in love with Nate Robinson because he's tiny, scored a lot of points, and pumped up the crowd with Muppet-like gyrations after the Bulls went up 4-0 at the beginning of game two.
Robinson went 0-for-12 last night. That means he was effective as you were while you watched the game from your couch shoving nachos into your facehole.
0-for-12. CLEARLY the refs' fault!
After all the huffing and puffing from the big bad Bulls, their coach's diatribe about bad calls, and Joakim Noah's screaming, the Bulls came out and took a giant Tom Thibodeau-sized crap on the arena floor and were historically bad.
Here is the Chicago box score:
2. LeBron James Is a Mushroom-Cloud-Laying Muthafucka, Muthafucka
It's clear now what LeBron's plan has been with the Bulls along. We've been waiting for him to go Superfly TNT, Guns of the Navarone on the Bulls. AND HE HAS.
Only thing is, he's done it slow and methodical. Like a soft death.
While we're used to seeing LeBron rain down his fiery destruction on teams with a hail of throw-down dunks and furious fast breaks, he's simply been biding his team, waiting in the reeds, watching, before pouncing on Chicago and devouring them.
He's turned the ball over more than we'd like to see, and his jumper has been sketchy at times. But he still managed to cleave Chicago in the face while quietly finishing off with 27 points, seven rebounds, and eight assists.
"FLOP THAT, DICKFACE!" -- LeBron James to Tom Thibodeau, probably