Game 4: The book of plays

The inevitable. I was not going to write anything about Mike James until after the series. Because he is able to do things that would render anything that comes before inconsequential. But now I have to. I have to talk about the play. The three pointer he made, with his team up by one, with less than a minute to go. The inevitability of it all. The moment he touched the ball, we knew that was the shot he was taking… and making…

The play of the game. But that was not the play of the game. That came earlier, at around the 1:30 mark at the fourth when Guduric got the ball off a steal by Calathes, to go on a fast break only to be rejected big time by Donta Hall. Swinging the momentum back into Monaco’s court.

The alternate. In an alternate universe, Fenerbahçe gets the ball for the last possession of the game, and runs a beautiful play, to put them up by one. Instead we have Wilbekin bringing the ball up, driving inside, and missing the shot that just was not there. I can’t stop thinking about the one that got away. What Saras drew. And what was actually there.

The answer. Before the game I was questioning whether Papagiannis can play big two games in a row. He finished the game with 20 PIR.

The attitude. Seriously, what is up with the refs? What with the attitude, with the shrugging, and smirking. How can you control the game if you act like you are above the game? Well, you can’t.

And this is all I am going to say about the aftermath.