Attention Hawks commentators: you are not allowed to call Tim Hardaway Jr. “Timmy”. You are especially not allowed to call him that while he is facing the San Antonio Spurs.
Have some god-damn respect.
Now that that’s out of the away: how about Tim “Not Timmy” Hardaway Jr. tonight? It’s not a performance anywhere close to the stuff his dad was doing on a regular basis, but that doesn’t matter. He’s his own player, with his own set of expectations, expectations that just got raised way higher after tonight.
29 points, a bunch of threes, a clutch rebound, and one really sad-looking Gregg Popovich, wondering where the real Timmy went. Kawhi Leonard? Pfffft. Pft. PFFFFFFFFFFFT. Come back to me when he can hit game-winning/tying field goals in clutch situations like Hardway can. And remind me again where he was while Hardaway buried his team’s hopes and dreams? Oh yeah, that’s right, he was getting screened like a dumbass. I am laughing heartily right now.