I’m picturing Dwyane Wade on a beautifully built outdoor court. It’s a pleasant but slightly humid Miami night. All the lights are on. He’s wearing his Miami practice gear and swishing jumpers, one after another, from 18 feet.
A limousine pulls up. Some dust kicks across the sidewalk. Two very large men emerge from the back in slow motion, clad Miami Heat warm ups. One wears a shooting shirt bearing a number 1, the other a number 6. It’s Bosh and LeBron. They look fierce, determined.
LeBron speaks: “Hey, I heard they made new Nikes for last year’s Miami Heat.” Wade looks down at his sneakers, then glowers back at LeBron. “Yeah?”
Bosh says, “Well, Nike made some sneakers for this year’s Miami Heat.” Lebron and Bosh rip off their warm up pants to reveal fabulous new Nikes, in the Heat’s trademark black, red, and white colors.
Wade’s glower switches to a beaming smile as he exclaims, “Nice kicks! I gotta get me some of those.” At which point, Bosh grins, hands him a box and says, “We brought you a pair.”
Cut to: Wade, Bosh, and LeBron, wearing their flashy new sneakers and Heat uniforms, throwing alley oops to each other, burying jumpers, smiling and high fiving. Good times! They look absolutely ecstatic. And unbeatable.
Tomorrow: An Alternate Universe
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