I don’t think there are many things more clutch than scoring a career high in a game seven. And I don’t think that there were many people out there who had ventured to affix the “clutch” label on Bismack Biyombo. If we evaluate this performance honestly, Biyombo scoring seventeen is comparable to Stephen Curry scoring eighty, given the respective scoring talents of the two players. Imagine how nuts you would go if you watched Curry score eighty to bury some hapless team. You would go more nutso than an asylum filled with crazies. Hell, I would go bananas myself. I would probably throw away the whole principle that this channel purports to advance in order to make highlights of such a game.
If I was Josh McRoberts I would have clotheslined Biyombo too. Getting clowned by somebody who can’t make a jumper and can barely shoot free throws at the correct basket would make me mad as hell. I would also be mad that my teammates were withering at exactly the wrong time. This video is not even really about Bismack Biyombo; no, it is about the tragedy of McRoberts’ tenure with the Heat, which culminated in one final act of abject frustration.