Viggy thought he scheduled well. Skeduled well. Thought it was a skeleton crew who’d play tonight. Took the night off. Who hadn’t? (Except you and me.) Forced me out of the ashes like a firebird. Just to post some notch on the board in tribute to perhaps the most fun game of the year.
Which doesn’t mean unimportant.
Last night’s nothing-to-lose freewheeling comeback was wind in the sails. It will energize, reward, and validate the deep bench for a long while. It was also a turnaround (mid-game) for Kuminga and a coming-out party for Moody—who played like a fledgling who’d suddenly leapt full-grown from the nest.