Utah Jazz fans: Close your eyes. Hear the music. Remember this moment. The best thing about peaking? You don’t know when it’ll end. You don’t know what the top feels like yet — just that every game takes you closer to it. The increasing accuracy of every Donovan Mitchell pull-up and Mike Conley pocket-pass feels guaranteed to compound and explode into broken records. Victory feels predetermined, growth exponential. The Jazz look vital, wide-eyed, confident, like explorers charting the mountain of their ceiling, the sweat glistening off their faces as proof of constant renewal.
Maybe the climb will take them all the way to a championship.