Saturday was a tough day for Miami HEAT fans. It was the first time since 2008 that the Heat has not played in the post season, and Saturday was the first day of the playoffs. The NBA was relentless on Instagram, posting pictures of team-themed art and players arriving for their games. There were traditionally feminine pantsuits with murses and man bags on parade while nary a Heat player was seen. It was heartbreaking. And then there were the games.
Some fans vowed not to watch because they were too jealous and resentful while others simply chose to support any team other than Cleveland.
I was reminded that 4 years ago, this was one of my favorite days ever as a simple breakfast at Greenstreet Cafe turned into a spontaneous, "Hey, let's go to the game tonight!" It was the Heat's first playoff game with LeBron James and those glow in the dark Witness giveaway shirts were so impressive when the lights went out before the game. We played the Charlotte "Bobcats" and we won. It was such a good feeling! That day will always be in my top ten.
But I think back to all the days we had with family and friends gathered around the TV, screaming and cheering for our guys. The pride we had in The Heatles selling out every arena, the Band of Brothers doing their thing in such perfect harmony and the swagger - oh the swagger we all exuded just knowing how much the rest of the country loved to hate us (for no good reason!) and how much it didn't matter. In fact, we laughed it off repeatedly. The post season magnified it all.
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately... I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life." -Henry David Thoreau
Robin Williams taught the above writing to his students in the movie, Dead Poets Society, as he encouraged them to live life to the fullest. I thought about it yesterday because I know, from these memories and many, many others, that during that brief era we absolutely did "live deep and suck out all the marrow of life." We sucked out every last drop. So in the recognition of that truth and appreciating that part of our journey, we regret nothing. We can watch in peace knowing that we got ours. We sucked out all the marrow. And it was delicious.
Enjoy the playoffs.