You know that joke about how people in the Midwest take forever to say goodbye? The details vary, but it usually involves some combination of: taking upwards of 90 minutes to actually part company, saying things like “welp” and “about that time” to signal that it’s time to wrap things up, getting drawn into another conversational tangent just as you’re about to go, etc. You get the idea.
That’s basically where we’re at with this one last game in Orlando. The season is over. There’s nothing left to play for. The evening has drawn to a close and everyone has a long drive ahead of them.