The Fickle Fandom of a First Grader
As a Miami Heat fan since 1989, the team’s recent LeBron James-fueled run of success was tremendously entertaining. As my interest in the nearly unwatchable NFL waned over the past few years I found myself following more and more pro basketball. I passed the interest onto my kids with the help of the NBA’s Gametime app. My son and daughter, ages seven and four, know two things about basketball: 1) they root for the Heat and 2) LeBron James is the best player in the world.
Miami’s sad performance in this summer’s NBA Finals against the San Antonio Spurs brought an abrupt end to another rewarding season. I chalked up the failure to the Spurs’ hot shooting and the ineffectiveness of Dwyane Wade. There was reason for optimism as just last summer Manu Ginobili fell flat in the Finals only to bounce back 12 months later to exact his revenge. Why couldn’t Wade take the same path? I figured the team would be right back in contention next season just as soon as Wade, James, and Chris Bosh signed new long-term contracts.