Eastern Conference Semifinals – Game 1: Boston Celtics vs. Miami Heat
There was no pageantry in Miami. No oversized theatrics. No mercy.
The Celtics stepped into a furnace of red lights and smoke, a home crowd that felt less like a basketball audience and more like a riot waiting to erupt. Heat fans didn't cheer—they taunted. They threatened. They warned.
And that's what this round was.
A warning.
Pre-Game – The Stare-DownKyle Wilson stood on the hardwood, watching Jimmy Butler warm up. There was no eye contact. Not yet. But Jimmy knew. He could feel the young blood watching.
"He don't blink," Jimmy finally muttered to Bam Adebayo during stretches.
"Good. Neither do we," Bam answered.
This was no Hawks series.
This was the Heat Culture crucible.
First Quarter – Welcome to the TrenchesMiami came out with a tone—physical, patient, surgical.
