There is a chance, however small, that LeBron James will take his talents away from South Beach next month, reversing his infamous decision in 2010 and torpedoing the Miami Heat's self-esteem—along with their title hopes.

If it happens, executives around the league will rejoice and raise a boisterous toast to the end of the Heat and the superstar model they represent.

Rival execs might even write a few Jimmy Fallon-style thank-you notes:

Thank you, San Antonio Spurs, for making the Heat look ordinary and unworthy of the Chosen One's presence.

Thank you, Dwyane Wade's knees, for eroding prematurely.

Thank you, Father Time, for making the Heat's aging reserves appear better suited for a shuffleboard tournament than an NBA-title chase.

And thank you, 2011 NBA lockout, for producing a labor deal that made the Big Three model nearly impossible to sustain.

If James flees, presumably in search of younger, livelier teammates, it could signal the end of the NBA's Big Three era.