The best part of the NBA playoffs, no matter what happens from here on out, happened last night in Miami.
That's where the Chicago Bulls stole a page from their presumptive inferiors and gave it the old college try against the lordly Miami Heat, and it was something to see. A team missing its two best players, and with a few others nowhere near 100 percent, beat LeBron 'n' them on their own floor, and did it with something we see in the college game all the time: Heart.
This is not to say we don't see it in the pros, too, but the problem with the pros is the purity of the skill tends to obscure everything else. And what it obscures most is simple rah-rah passion, the cornier the better.
It's there in the NBA, too, of course; just watch the pure joy of Steph Curry these days as he sets fire to one opponent after another. But for some reason it never seems as readily apparent as it does in college buckets, where the game is at least nominally less a professional enterprise.
Well. Last night, in Miami, that passion showed its face. And what made it so memorable -- what made it the best moment of these playoffs -- was it was the face, undeniably, of the college game.
Which is why the college game is and always will be immeasurably better.