By Rob Kotaska
The Miami Heat is a team with cast of characters as unlikeable as seen on one team since the days of the “Bad Boys” in Detroit. Chose your poisonous personality from the collected talent in that wretched hive of scum and villainy that is South Beach. You have LeBron and his mixed bag of arrogance, and sensitivity. His bravado is almost always followed by hurt feelings in response to criticism of his otherworldly ego ( which does go well with his otherworldly talent on the court). And there is always D-Wade and his recent act of being eternally prickly with the media and the other team provides another player to root against. (Great example as a father, by the way. It was that “being a great role model to my boys” schtick, which is what it feels like given his recent behavior, that brought me back around on him).
The one player from this less-than-embraceable team that has chaffed me the most is Mike Miller. Until a few days ago I was not certain why that was the case. Sure, I loathe the Florida Gators…but not so much that the fact should deflect my loathing from the big two egos above. It made little sense why I would pass over two more obvious targets for someone who is by most accounts a good guy. Miller is charitable, and a doting and responsible father who last season shuttled between practice and games to be with his newborn daughter and wife. That is the stuff that normally gets to me. Still there was an aura around him that put me off. I could not shake it.
During Game Six of the Eastern Conference Semifinals against the Indiana Pacers it hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew why he freaked me out. After telling my wife she gave me a look…”really”. Mike Miller looks like Marvel Comics character, Morbius, the Living Vampire. Of course she did not know who Dr. Michael Morbius was. How could I have expected her to know? He is a third tier Marvel character at best, but that guy haunted my nightmares as a child.
When I googled a picture of the four-color demon she let out a snicker.
It was easy for her to laugh, she didn’t lose the amount of sleep I did to the “living vampire”. So sorry Mike… I will try not to hate on you so much, but the visceral reaction I have to your picture…
I mean…it is tough to shake.
Good guy, though…or so I hear. I am scared to think of what he might do if he heard I said otherwise…