Miami Heat Burn the Grizzlies Alive & I’m Sitting Here Thinking f**K PAT Gotta Get Ja on the HeAT!

Watching that damn Grizzlies game, all I can think is how much the Heat could use a guard like Ja Morant, and how much better he’d be on our team instead of burning away in Memphis like barbecue.

We need an alpha. A killer.

A no. 1 scorer who doesn’t just take over — he owns the f**king court.

And Ja needs a team that’s going to actually accomplish something in his career.

We’re one piece away, man. And I can only imagine what would happen if you gave Ja a power forward like Bam Adebayo instead of Jaren Jackson Jr. Give Ja a big like Bam, and the whole damn league would burn.

Meanwhile, during this game, Bam said “watch this.”

The man came out possessed — 18 points in the first f**king quarter. Eighteen. And then outta nowhere, he starts pulling up from three. I had to rub my eyes.

Did you see him?

Four straight threes. FOUR. The type of shooting that makes you yell at the TV like, “Is this man trying to enter the three-point contest or something?!”

And it wasn’t just heat-checks — Bam was feeling himself.

Dude left A’ja Wilson’s award ceremony being introduced publicly as her boyfriend — not “her favorite Olympian,” not “the Team USA guy,” but her man. And he took that confidence straight to Memphis like,  “I’m the headline now.”

He walked into FedExForum looking like he had something to prove and dropped an 18-point first quarter bomb just to let the Grizzlies know they weren’t safe.

Then Miami went on a 17–0 run in the first.

Seventeen straight.

The Grizzlies were blinking in slow motion like, “Wait, are they serious?”

Yeah.

They were dead serious.

The Offense Caught Fire

By the time Dru Smith started bombing threes, I knew this night was about to turn into a clinic.

Jaime Jaquez Jr. looked like his UCLA highlight reel again — the cutting, the rebounding, the smooth midrange pull-up that makes you whisper “rookie my ass.”

Miami had 80+ points at halftime.

Let me repeat that: Eighty.

This wasn’t a game. It was a sacrifice.

Zero unforced turnovers. Forced 20 Memphis turnovers.

The Heat never trailed by fewer than 29 points after the second quarter — that’s cartoonish dominance.

The game was never close and when that 80 + hit the scoreboard at the half, this s**t was over. Bam could’ve clocked out early and gone to dinner with A’ja before the third quarter even started.

Adebayo led the bloodbath with 24 points of pure carnage, the kind of night where he didn’t just dominate — he made the Grizzlies question their life choices.

Nikola Jović casually dropped 20 like it was a Tuesday workout, Kel’el Ware came off the bench acting like he owned real estate in the paint with 19, and Jaime Jaquez Jr. damn near flirted with a triple-double — 17 points, 10 rebounds, 6 assists — that’s the kind of stat line you print out and hang in the locker room.

Meanwhile, Memphis looked like they’d accidentally loaded up NBA 2K’s beginner mode. Jaren Jackson Jr. led them with a quiet 19, and Ja Morant — the same guy I was just daydreaming about joining Miami — went 4-for-16 with 12 points.

I’ve seen middle schoolers drain half-court shots cleaner than that.

Chaos in the Background & Home Opener Next

All this went down while the NBA was on fire from the Terry Rozier gambling scandal.

Rozier and Chauncey Billups both on immediate leave after their arrests. Rozier allegedly helping people win bets off his own performance — straight Black Mirror stuff.

So what does Miami do? They lose their starting guard to a damn investigation… and then put up 146 points.

That’s not resilience. That’s a middle finger to the basketball gods.

The Heat now head back to Miami for the home opener against the Knicks — and if this is the version of Bam we’re getting, South Beach might catch fire.

The man’s shooting threes like he’s Klay Thompson’s cousin, flexing like an Olympian, and casually carrying a team that just lost its starting guard to an FBI file.

Ja Morant might be the alpha we dream about…

…but Bam Adebayo reminded us tonight, that he’s already the f**king engine.**

Good guys 146, Grizzlies 114.

No mercy. No doubt. Just Miami basketball, dripping in chaos and confidence.