I envy them too

Not a single fan in the FedExForum stands had their butt on a seat.

Everyone was on their feet, either bouncing excitedly or clasping their hands nervously before their chests. At this point, no one could remain calm about this game.

On the court, LeBron James controlled the ball as he faced off against Link. The Heat had gotten off to a dream start today. But once the second half began, Link's unstoppable offense had shattered all of Miami's hopes.

The Heat should have been grateful that this was only a regular-season game, not the Finals.

If everything that happened today had taken place in the Finals, God knew whether the Miami Heat could have held on through the rest of the game.

James called for a screen, then charged toward the basket like an out-of-control truck.

This simple, brutal style of offense was what James did best. Of course, if he had not been pushed into a corner, James would not have wanted to attack the basket so violently.

He forced up a layup through Link's body and lost his balance in midair, crashing awkwardly to the floor. Yet the basketball still kissed the backboard and dropped through the net. James had 32 points tonight! Even now, he had not given up!

But James's baskets could no longer cause much of a stir. Even after making that shot, the Heat still trailed the Grizzlies by 12!

And there were only four minutes left in the game! James had no chance of turning things around by grinding out two points at a time.

To close the gap, it was not enough to score—they also had to stop the other side from scoring.

And in that regard, the Heat had been awful today.

Allowing Randolph to explode for 19 points in