I keed! I keed!
We saw a few of these starts early in the year – a symphony of snapping rims minus the brass – but Melo kept the kettle cooking long into the night. There are more than a few reasons to savor this one, but what made Melo’s performance uniquely remarkable was that he just stayed in fourth gear the whole time — a top-down joyride down the PCH. The bullish drives, follows, spin cycles – cameos none. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, came on jumpers. Jumpers from the wing; jumpers from the corner; jumpers turning around on the baseline; jumpers spinning away from multiple defenders; jumpers made despite getting hit in the face; jumpers made leaning into defenders. Insanity.
Seriously, I’m barely this accurate peeing in my own toilet. As our good friend Kevin Mackerallroy points out, this KIND of shooting performance – this many points on this many shots without the aid of trips to the stripe – has literally only happened one other time since 1986. You don’t want to know.
So let’s just end it there, shall we? Let it age with the night. Remarkable.