I love him and I trust him.
There are times that I become dually overwhelmed watching Marcus Smart play basketball. I become fearful that he’s about to careen off the ledge of a proverbial cliff thanks to the force of his drives to the rim and his 26-foot threes four seconds into the shot clock. More often, I’m overwhelmed by how much energy he brings to any game, whether it be the seventh of the regular season or the seventh of the Eastern Conference semi-finals.
Today, I’m overwhelmed by the best playoff game Smart has ever played, one of the best and most complete efforts he’s ever recorded, no matter the stage.