The Heat are like the prom queen at the ten-year high school reunion.  She is still one of the prettiest girls in the room and draws a ton of attention from the guys and jealous looks from the girls (who had spent the past nine years hoping to upstage her on this night).  However, if you look closely enough in her eyes you can see her on the verge of a mental breakdown.  At this point in her life she is riding on her previous reputation, too tired to constantly reinvent or prove herself.  Heat fans, in many ways, are the exact same way.  They are either the wealthy, older couples that moved from New York to Miami to retire or the greasy, unbuttoned shirt “I swear I don’t deal cocaine, but I know a guy if you are interested” Cubanos.
-TimBoy