If I was Avery Bradley, I would be pissed off. Not just because my team lost the game, but because my apparently “clutch” shot with 39 seconds left in the game became significantly less clutch after three more shots were subsequently made by other players. Bradley was supposed to be the hero, but Beal, Horford, and Wall (especially Wall) all were more of a hero than him thanks to the timing of their timely buckets.
Bradley should have demanded the last shot. Maybe he did and Tiny Thomas rebuffed him. But if I had my glory unfairly taken away from me, I would want to regain it by making a buzzer-beater to win the game. Now Bradley’s only choice is to save an entire class of elementary schoolers from a burning school bus if he wants equivalent glory. Either that or he can catch a baby that accidentally got dropped out of a sixth-story window. Options are a bit slim for him, because not much compares to making the go-ahead basket in an elimination playoff game.