CHICAGO — Fifteen minutes after he finished a Sunday afternoon frothing with points (20), rebounds (12), assists (seven), blocks (five) and expletives (infinite), Joakim Noahfinally showed some restraint.
The Chicago Bulls center requested a few minutes of serenity, to shower off his sweat, to stem his emotions, to unscramble his opinions.
"I don't want to say any stupid s--t," he said.
And so nearly 20 more minutes would pass before Noah, first with locks unfurled, then again bunned up, would address a throng of reporters in the home locker room.
In the meantime, in the visitors' quarters, the Miami Heat, losers of three straight on a lost road trip—including this 95-88 decision in overtime—would attempt to explain what occurred here, how they scored just 21 points in the final 17 minutes, how they gave up 27 second-chance points, how LeBron James (thanks to Jimmy Butler) couldn't convert with a chance to win in regulation, how Dwyane Wade iced up after a hot start, and how James went without a free throw for the first time with the Heat.
And maybe we'll get to some of that.
Or not.
Really, no one needed to hear any of it.
This was a day on which Heat needed to hear from Noah, and not just on the court.
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