Miami, Florida. Sunny, humid, flashy—just like you'd imagine. The city sat right on Biscayne Bay, packed tight with people and energy, the second-largest in Florida and known as the Magic City in America.
And, of course, it was home to the Miami Heat.
But the Heat weren't what they used to be. Not anymore. Not since the glory days when Shaq helped bring them their first title. These days, they were a decent playoff team, not a title threat.
Back then, Pat Riley—yes, that Pat Riley—pulled the plug on Shaq without blinking. Cold move. Classic Riley.
See, Riley was sharp—no doubt. Brilliant coach, solid GM, knew his way around a cap sheet. But ask anyone who played under him and they'd tell you: the man had zero chill. Always buttoned-up in a suit, slick hair, polished shoes... but underneath that, he was a control freak, borderline obsessive. His idea of "team culture" was more like a boot camp.
Shaq hated him. Always did.
He'd publicly trashed Riley for being a micromanaging psycho. Said the guy wanted to track every player like they were suspects. Described poor Wade during those days as walking on eggshells, afraid to say a word in practice.
Riley fired back, called Shaq lazy, and said he wasted his talent.
Their beef? Honestly, someone could write a novel about it—and it'd sell.
Now in the 09-10 season, Riley wasn't pacing the sidelines anymore. He'd taken a step back but still pulled the strings from the shadows as the president. His hand-picked successor, Erik Spoelstra, was coaching now, faithfully preaching Riley's gospel: defense first, offense later—maybe.
And sure, the Heat had more talent than the Knicks on paper. No argument there.
After the draft, a reporter asked Riley about Lin Yi, the Knicks' flashy number-one pick. Riley was diplomatic, as always. Said Lin could be something special if he worked on his defense and post-game.
Translation? He didn't like Lin's style.
Didn't say it out loud, but you could tell. Riley thought Lin was squandering his gifts. Too soft, too perimeter-focused. Not enough grind.
...
Before the game, Lin Yi and Coach D'Antoni huddled up.
The two got along pretty well. D'Antoni wasn't the kind of coach who just barked orders—he listened. Let guys speak their minds. Lin wasn't a tactical wizard or anything, but he had solid instincts. When he brought something up, D'Antoni paid attention.
Lin had even given him a nickname: "Chief."
"'Chief?'" D'Antoni raised an eyebrow the first time he heard it. "What, am I your battalion commander now? I heard you call Gallinari the Second Battalion Commander the other day."
Lin grinned. "Just trying to keep the ranks organized."
D'Antoni rolled his eyes. "You and your military nicknames, man…"
Still, they agreed on one thing: the Heat were slow. Like, drag-your-feet slow.
It was classic Riley. The man hated threes. Even when he had LeBron and Wade later, the Heat barely attempted 18 threes per game in 2010-11. Two of the best slashers in the league, and Riley just wanted them bulldozing through defenders every possession.
Meanwhile, the Knicks? Tossing up 25 threes a night.
And it worked for the Heat—until the Finals. The Mavs packed the paint, dared LeBron and Wade to shoot, and Tyson Chandler patrolled the rim like a bouncer at an exclusive club. The Heat had no answer.
By the time they brought in Ray Allen, things shifted a bit… but Riley never really changed. Not deep down.
If the team lost, he didn't look at the stats. He just figured the guys hadn't been punished hard enough in practice.
So yeah—Riley teams were always gritty, defensive-minded, and slow.
Which was fine by Lin and D'Antoni. They'd planned to run them out of the gym.
Coach and star saw eye to eye. Fate? Maybe. But mostly, they just understood each other.
...
The new NBA season tipped off. D'Antoni, ever the optimist, could barely sit still. The blood of an adventurer pumped through him.
Tonight's venue? The American Airlines Arena. Sleek, loud, and usually packed. Tonight, about 80% full. The Heat weren't contenders anymore, but Wade still put on a show. That alone sold tickets.
Lin bumped into Wade before tip-off. Turns out, Wade had been playing League of Legends too. "Dude," Lin laughed, "you play support, right? You've got that vibe."
Wade grinned. "Nah man, I try to carry. But I end up dying half the time."
They laughed. Lin was surprised—Wade was way more chill in person.
CCTV was broadcasting the game back in China. Zhang Weiping was doing commentary.
"Lin Yi's handle is so smooth," Zhang said, clearly impressed. "Not easy for a big guy to move like that!"
Yu Jia followed up: "The Knicks are the underdogs tonight against Wade and the Heat. Coach Zhang, what do you think about Pat Riley's comments on Lin Yi?"
Zhang chuckled. "That old fox Riley doesn't always see things. Remember how high he was on Michael Beasley? Lin Yi's game may not be traditional, but it's modern basketball—fluid, creative. Look at that no-look pass he just made! Slick as hell."
Yu Jia wiped his forehead. "Uh oh. Looks like Coach Zhang's got a new slang tonight…"
Back courtside, D'Antoni was giving his final speech, arms crossed, voice low but firm.
The Knicks' starting five: Lin Yi, David Lee, Al Harrington, Danilo Gallinari, and Chris Duhon.
The Heat's starters: Jermaine O'Neal, Udonis Haslem, Michael Beasley, Dwyane Wade, and Mario Chalmers.
Lin stood on the sidelines, took a deep breath.
This was it.
His first NBA game.
Time to show the world what he was made of.
Wade was already at center court, waiting. He raised an eyebrow as Lin approached.
"You lost or something?" Wade joked.
Lin smiled, stuck out his hand. "Nah. Just wanted to say…"
Wade shook it, amused.
"Coming for the thrones," Lin said, still smiling.
Wade blinked. "What?"
Lin winked.
Across the league that night, every rookie who started said the same thing to the biggest star on the other team.
"Coming for the thrones."
A shared rookie ritual. Their little rebellion.
And Lin was sure of one thing: by tomorrow, the internet would be all over it.
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