It felt good when Harrison Barnes splashed that game-tying three. Damn good.
It felt like a miserable summer of questionable free agent decisions was worth it. It felt like Mavs fandom taking all those Ls on Twitter all summer was worth it.
It felt good when a prized free agent stepped up in the clutch. It felt good that he brushed off a preseason of horrific box scores.
It felt like relief and joy. It felt like the weight of summer Mavs basketball dread wasn’t just lifted off our shoulders, but skyrocketed into space and planted into the sun.