What a game. What a boring, waste of a night game.

I never thought the Pistons had a chance in this one. Contrary to what a lot of folks have written, this wasn't about killer instincts or lack of desire.

They simply ran into a better Miami squad and didn't have the best game themselves. It makes the Game 1 "fatigue fest" all that much important, because stealing one in MIami is not a given.

Back to the Heat, they played great. Shaq in particular dominated the "painted area" and Wade was hotter than the dayside of hell.

We're in a tricky situation because Rasheed's ankle injury has taken away a lot of his mobility. He's not able to get lift on shots (at times over jumping on 3s) and his lateral quickness has totally disappeared.

Hence, he racks up fouls faster, and can't contribute on offense.

Which would all be fine if McDyess could come in and give 25 minutes of quality play, but he's been terrible. For every made shot, he's given up an open look for a likely turnover, and defensively, he's always just that fraction of a second late that guarantees the call is on him.

But even with Dyess not playing very good, we still have Dale Davis right? Nope. Maybe it's a conditioning/rhythm thing but when Davis didn't challenge Shaq physically and lost position, forcing him to hug foul, I realized what a complete waste of money he is. I can freaking hug foul Shaq for CHEAP, and I'm a pretty tenacious rebounder to boot!

The only help Davis is going to be in this series, is to eat up fouls. The guy is so far out of his prime, and SLOW that we'll never see Elden Campbell type defense out of him. He simply cannot make Shaq work for his shot.

Anyway, it is what it is. These are the guys we have, those are the guys they have, the series is 2-1 for the Bad Guys and Game 4 is a must win.

We need Tayshaun and Ben to produce offensively, and we need to draw fouls early. Anything less, and we're out.

Oh yeah, and one more thing.

WE NEED TO RUN AND TREY BOMB THE HECK OUT OF THESE SUCKAS.

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