The crazy thing about Tim Hardaway Jr. is, if someone had told you on the afternoon of July 8 last summer that he would be trapped in the kind of nightmarish funk he’s been embroiled in the last three games — 5-for-33 shooting from the field, (including what may be the dumbest single shot in team history; more on that later) 1-for-15 from 3 — this is what your reaction would probably have been:
“Well … of course.”
Or: “What else did you expect?