He finally ran out of steam. The man we believed so vehemently in finally became human. It was odd, a lot of us believed that a man would be a God. Knowing all well that’s not how humanity worked. So, with Dwyane Wade mortality once again making a sudden and emphatic appearance, the Heat fall to the Raptors.

Missing two of their, arguably, four best players, the Heat pushed the two seed to seven games. Off the back of Dwyane Wade. A man on a mission to meet his best friend in the conference finals. To compete against him at the highest level for the first time.

“Good luck,” he texted Wade. The two wanted the chance to face off. But the opportunity was stolen from them by youth, injuries and a road game seven. It’s odd writing this. It is supposed to be a day mourning for Heat nation but no one feels that way.

Dwyane Wade said LeBron texted him before the game. Just wishing luck. Of course they wanted to play each other. "I did what I could."

— Ethan J. Skolnick (@EthanJSkolnick) May 15, 2016

It’s a day of reflection and gratitude for the community built around the team, for the reporters who have an amazing job of covering the team and for the team itself who battled all odds to put themselves in the position to defy all odds.

I know what you’re thinking, in sports all that matters is the result. The fine line between success, elation, depression and failure. It’s drawn clearly in the sand, and while the Miami Heat are on the wrong side of it, we can’t help but give them out most profound applause.

An applause to the losers. Ain’t that something. It goes against the very capitalist principles we as Americans are raised to worship. But today, the losers get a standing ovation. The losers get to bask in all the sports cliche I hate.

Heart, grit, determination. All of the above. They all apply to a team that was truly an underdog. I love analytics. TS% is my language and USG% is my muse, but today is not the day for that. Tomorrow or the next day we can parse the 1, 2 pick-and-roll Miami ran and how the switching wasn’t the best option, no dammit. Today we celebrate.

We celebrate a team that got their ass kicked in game 7 because we bleeping love that team. I am not an emotional fan, a lot of you might know that. I am trying to be a journalist, I strive for objectivity, I don’t want to be to infected with homer sports biases, but how can you not?

Thank you, @DwyaneWade.#HeatNation #Flash #FatherPrime pic.twitter.com/giWS3Ao0jI

— Scott Anderson (@Dolfinatic2317) May 16, 2016

Seeing Dwyane Wade once again do the incredible. Once again giving Miami the feeling “okay, he’s got this. We aren’t going to lose because he is on our team.” Wade gave us that chance. From silencing purple shirt guy in Charlotte to late game heroics against the Raptors. He, again and again, gave Miami hope. And in sports, sometimes, that’s all the counts.

It was unlike anything I had ever seen, a team who lost being loved and praised. That is what sports is. That’s why we watch. That’s why we love it.