Rudy Gobert snatched a pass out of the air, moving toward the basket, the ball in his left hand, a massive defender crowding him from the right side. He couldn’t quite get to the rim, even with the advantage of an intercontinental extension, for a dunk, which was the beauty of the whole thing. Instead, he boosted toward the corner of the glass, after gathering his feet, kneecaps, hips, allowing them to catch up with his reach, powering through the human barricade with his lower body, his right shoulder absorbing contact. He flipped a shot up, spinning it just so, kissing it off the window and into the hoop.
Monson: Rudy Gobert keeps getting better, and that should make the rest of the NBA nervous
