T.J. McConnell is no stranger to pageantry. When he got crumpled while attempting to box-out Giannis Antetokounmpo for a rebound last season, he looked up from the ground and winked at the camera like a scripted heel. Three weeks ago, he stared in amazement at his left hand, as though it was made of magic, after evading Bol Bol’s infinite reach with a floater that very nearly had to leave the earth’s atmosphere in order to find nylon on return descent. And, in many cases, he’ll strut around, urging the fans to make noise, anytime he manages to swipe an inbound pass — as has become his signature play.
On T.J. McConnell, the nuances of play-calling, and petty pageantry
