Early this morning on Biscayne Boulevard, a hot chick in a fully packed SUV stuck her head out the window and screamed "Who wanna get me pregnant tonight!"
Let's just say, it was a wild way to start a Friday.
Now that everyone in the world knows we're the best, here's a massive Cobradick slap to Charles Barkley's stupid face in the form of animated proof that Miami loves basketball, and we the fans appreciate the greatness of the Heat.
Downtown Miami hasn't seen so much white on the streets since the days of the cocaine cowboys.
Bayside was packed shoulder to shoulder with all ages watching tv's from the outside of several bars
Most of the crowd spent the entire game on their feet, going wild at every opportunity, in the hot, and sticky Miami night time air, on the edge of the Biscayne Bay
This entire crowd was watching regular size flat screens that were up to 30 feet away
The genuine excitement of true sports fans was clearly evident, fueled further by cold beers that became percussion instruments once they were empty
"Let's Go Heat!" was the battle call, and could be heard ringing out across the entire city in a glorious and joyful noise
The air was so charged up with wild energy that freaky things started happening
And every language in Miami came together, so sign language was there too
There was a visceral and phenomenal state of collective euphoric frenzy
We've never seen so many dilated pupils, and so much wide eyed wonder, especially spurred on by a sporting event
"Miami!!!!! Fuck yeah!!!! Wooooooh!!!!!"
And when the win became official, the people headed for Biscayne Boulevard.
Were we in a Heat induced fever dream, or did DJ Craze and Rick Ross watch the game with us too?
And then the props came out in full force
And the beautiful music of pots and pans and spoons took over the city, and maybe the world
Outside of the American Airlines Arena, celebration reigned supreme
And Miami's party heart took over the night
Oceans of revelry tsunami'd through Miami
And the primal scream of victory exploded everywhere at once
Traffic was at a stand still, but even that had a dance of its own
And then the heat rose into skywalkers over Biscayne Boulevard
The whole shit was exciting as a motherfucker
And next year we get to do it all again, "Not, one, not two, not three, not four...."
