You win, Boston. You win. I’m not even going to make fun of Marcus Smart in this description. I want to. But I won’t, because your victory over me is total. Smart is a deeply flawed player who is an easy target for my venomous tongue. It would be so easy to talk about how is face looks like a burnt pizza, or how he shoots a ton of threes for no reason other than that he knows other players can make them. I won’t, though.
He played well tonight. Some timely buckets, some timely passes, a whole bunch of energy to ignite the crowd, and some ballsy defense on Paul Millsap. If the Celtics win the series, perhaps one could point to his play tonight as a turning point, as much as it pains me to say it.