Dwyane Wade sat for questions first at the Heat's annual media-day sessions Friday, the fruits of respect and seniority, and near the end a disembodied voice instructed reporters, "Last question."

It was LeBron James kidding from beyond a closed door as he waited nearby to go on next. The two teammates and friends gave each other a brotherly shove as they passed, and then the best basketball player on the planet sat down and spoke into a microphone the only words I heard all day that sounded like a flat-out lie.

"As far as legacy," James said, to a question, "I don't think of that at this point."

All who know him know better, of course. James' knowledge and appreciation of NBA history and his place in it is what pushes and drives him now that that elusive first championship is out of the way.

The fascination in this coming Heat season is the sense that, for this team and for James, the greatness has only just begun. The sense that last season's first championship of Miami's Big 3 era has merely whet the collective appetite and not nearly satisfied it.

Coach Erik Spoelstra got into a silly little semantic debate with himself Friday, saying, "I'm not going to use the word 'repeat.'" Instead, he said he preferred, simply, "We have a chance to win another title."

Um, OK. I won't use the word "repeat," either. I'll the use the word three-peat. I'll use the word dynasty. I'll convey out loud the hunger - the good greediness - that Spoelstra, James and everybody else with this club feel but are not free to convey.