It was not one of dejection like Saturday night. No, this was one of astonishment. Donovan Mitchell plopped down in his chair inside the Jazz locker room after landing Utah’s first honest haymaker of this series and tried to catch his breath. He wasn’t smiling, he was just there, still trying to process what he’d just done, blowing the roof off the place. What he’d done is give the Jazz life, provide an atmosphere where rather than discuss the fallout of being swept and whether or not this group would be back together again for another ride, the vibe was at once both delighted and reserved.
‘We know who we are’: After the Jazz finally landed a haymaker on Houston, how do they keep the momentum going in another elimination game?
