The first shot of the game was a silky smooth three-pointer, high arcing, good extension, a shot any NBA player would be happy to unleash.
What followed was about eight minutes of disengagement, of being on the periphery of the play and not in it; no glaring errors, no glaring contributions.
Then three more shots after halftime, a three in traffic, another smooth corner swish, a quick release for the third.
An uneven performance, enough to intrigue, not quite enough to anger but a true sense that something was just a little bit off.
Another night in the slow growth process of Bruno Caboclo.