Terrence Ross exudes apathy. It’s most awe-inspiring strength and simultaneously his greatest downfall. When Good Terrence is engaged, his soaring dunks and silky jumpers are made more impressive by the simple fact that they’re coming from a guy with such an unassuming resting pose. Ross isn’t Russell Westbrook or DeAndre Jordan. He doesn’t radiate kinetic energy; he catches you off guard with micro-bursts of supreme athletic talent. On nights when the jack-in-the-box unfurls in rapid succession, there are few players capable of wrapping a crowd so tightly around their finger.
It’s on those nights where Ross electrifies that he also stupefies.