Miami crushed Orlando to push their streak to 27 games.
The only relevant conversation in the NBA right now revolves around Miami’s streak: when it will end, will it ever end, what does it mean, does it mean anything, and so on. In the grand scheme of championships, this is nothing more than decoration – after all, this isn’t the 1972 Miami Dolphins 17-0 season, when perfection and championship relevance converged historically. This is a Miami Heat team battling legacy on multiple fronts and scales. Because it’s no longer good enough to win championships, at least not when three of the league’s best team up for that purpose. But what’s so fascinating about this streak isn’t the wins themselves, but instead their quieting magnitude. No one’s talking about Miami’s flaws or threats to their throne or other points of detraction. There’s one team and there’s everyone else. There’s one player, LeBron James, and everyone else. Reality has driven right into expectation and there’s hardly anything left to say.
Oh yeah: LeBron had 24 points, 11 assists and 9 rebounds last night in a 108-94 win without Dwyane Wade on the second night of a road back-to-back. As per usual.
Tiger Woods is the No. 1 ranked player in the world.
After winning the Arnold Palmer Invitational yesterday by two strokes, Tiger Woods vaulted to No. 1 in the world for the first time since October 2010. Chalk it up to newfound relationship stability or or whatever else, but things just seem right with Tiger on top of the golf world. And this news, at its core, is just a demonstration of athletes as people, or really athletes just as athletes. Tiger is a case study in perception as reality, that he’s an introverted and pompous dick who happens to be really good at golf. And we can and do enjoy the latter without engaging the former, which is a relief in that narrative doesn’t wholly devour the nuts and bolts of the what’s going on: there’s a person doing things that most of us can’t do, and watching something performed in excellence is pretty cool. So Tiger Woods atop the world leaderboard is neither statement or metaphor; it’s just a thing that makes sense, sports-wise.