His body language was uninspired and his half-court game tentative. He scattered his shots all over the floor and was a reluctant passer. On the occasions he put his head down and drove to the basket, it seemed like a measure of last resort. More than anything, he never demonstrated a desire to overcome what was clogging up the Heat's offense. And that's his job.
Hampered by a sprained left wrist that clearly debilitated him, Wade might have been better off calling in sick. Not only did he post his worst shooting nights in ages, but he also got hung out to dry repeatedly on Indy's steady stream of back screens and weak side cuts.
Incriminating game tape will find Bosh grounded on key defensive possessions when the Pacers drove the ball inside. He was a cipher as both a basket protector and help defender. Offensively, Bosh had a few deep catches and worked closer to the rim, in addition to his proficiency as a jump shooter.
Rigor Mortis would be one way to describe the Heat's offensive flow on Monday. Whatever it is the Heat wanted in the half court -- and even they weren't so sure -- they never came close to finding. Erik Spoelstra has said repeatedly this is a "process." So was the production of "The Adventures of Pluto Nash."
The Pacers aren't the league's most talented roster, but their execution is sublime. They ran the Heat ragged with their clever motion off the ball and smart passes to cutters. Defensively, they challenged every (admittedly predictable) Miami pick-and-roll and controlled the defensive glass.