It's hard to have much sympathy for anyone or anything associated with the Miami Heat, and it's not all about LeBron James, either.
Dwyane Wade? He's already got his championship. Chris Bosh? Hey, he volunteered to be the third wheel in this circus. As for the rest, even if you acknowledge that they're all under a significant amount of pressure to deliver a title, there's really not a whole to complain about if they don't. Can Mike Miller really feel sorry for himself when he's pocketing $5.4 million this season to average one 3-pointer per playoff game and watch James play some of the best basketball the league has seen? Never mind that whole thing about spending nine months of the year in a city where the rest of the NBA comes to vacation.
But there is one member of the Heat organization who deserves sympathy on almost a nightly basis. In these NBA Finals, I'm starting to feel bad for Mario Chalmers.
It has been something of a running joke the past couple years, the way Miami's...