Listen, America: We agree with you. Every single person who filed out of the AA Arena early last night and missed Ray Allen's Planet Earth-shattering three-pointer deserves all the shame heaped upon them. Each and every Heat "fan" who then tried to elbow their way back into the arena when they realized they'd made a terrible mistake should be forced to turn in all the LeBron gear they own, and may God have mercy on their souls.

But get this straight: Heat fans did not embarrass themselves last night. I was at the game, and it was a tiny minority who gave up. And what's more, many of the people who could afford tickets represent real Heat fans the same way that corporate fat cats in the luxury boxes at a Springsteen concert represent true Boss fanatics.

In other words: A slim percentage of the wealthiest, front-running-est slice of Heat nation gave up on the team and filed out early last night.