It just doesn’t get more cinematic than this. The NBA Finals. Less than a minute left. Down one. The opposing team has the ball. You steal it from their best player. You dribble down the court. Your defender picks you up. Less than ten seconds left. You hit him with the cross over and break him. You take the game winning shot. And you hit nothing but net. The game ends. Forty-five points. Six championships. Zero Finals losses. That’s perfection right there.
@Utah Jazz
2 Comments
I Remember That NBA Finals Game
Guarded by plumbers and ice cream truck drivers the whole game. Demar Derozan and Zach Lavine are doing the same thing in garbage 90s.