In the years to come, when the talking heads continue to chip at the legitimacy of this Heat juggernaut (and they will), the first response that will come to the Heat players' minds, if not out of their mouths, will be:
"Are you kidding?! We beat the Spurs!"
The best player on the planet will always see silver and black when he thinks about the moment that he quit being just the potential best player on the planet. One of maybe three shooting guards to even be close enough to stand in Jordan's shadow will always think of San Antonio as having been a hair's breadth from becoming his Waterloo.
After a decade and a half of working to get over that metaphorical bar, the Spurs became the bar.
That's not a terrible legacy. There are worse ways to go down.
Thank you for an incredible season, gentlemen.