Not too many Heat fans in Miami got much sleep Thursday night. South Beach already ranks as a prime party destination in the country. And that’s with no real, quantifiable reason to celebrate.
Coming off the Miami Heat’s NBA championship — LeBron James’ first — at American Airlines Arena, took partying to new heights down there.
This is how Dwyane Wade began this morning on Twittert: “WOW..God is good..congrats to the city of Miami… yall deserve this moment…WORLD CHAMPION..#TeamNoSleepI love you guys..”
The Miami Herald reported numerous bashes in and around the city in honor of its new champion.
The thunderous celebration echoed across South Florida. In households, sidewalks and street corners from coast to swamp, how did fans celebrate the second title in franchise history?
With pots, pans, baking sheets, ladles, spoons and any kind of kitchen utensil that made noise. Lots and lots of noise.
As a Heat win became inevitable, the sidewalks of West 49th Avenue in Hialeah swelled with fans in Heat jerseys, chanting and cheering, “Let’s go Heat!”
Cars added to the calamity, laying on their horns as they crept by. A man on a motorcycle revved his engine.
Once the win was official, fireworks went off. Clouds of baby powder were thrown into the air. And the noise? Well, it seemed like few folks in Hialeah would sleep Thursday night. People stood on the roofs of their cars. Entire bands played music from truck flatbeds. And the blaring sounds of car horns and pot-banging didn’t let up for a second.
In Little Havana, it was more the of the same — pots, pans, and this twist: A banner outside of a minivan that read, “Call me, LeBron James.”
Sorry ladies. He’s taken.
“I don’t feel like going to sleep,” Phillip Vargas, a 24-year-old student said at Fat Tuesday’s in Coconut Grove. “I don’t care.”
As fans streamed out of the AmericanAirlines Arena, access roads turned to tailgate parties. One reveler stopped outside the Arsht Center, and fired off bottle rockets over the theater.
Back at the Clevelander on Ocean Drive, Xavier Valdes and his friends promised a celebration that might even eclipse the victory: Skinny-dipping in the Atlantic, and then on to Mangos Tropical Cafe, where the entertainment doesn’t wear much more.
It was that kind of night-into-morning.