The element that had been missing was here, and the whole building knew it. Four minutes left, good guys down by two, another big lead whittled down to a memory. The ball was in the hands of Donovan Mitchell, a precocious second-year guard who is used to doing what he wants in such situations. Here, he tried the crossover, and then the hesitation, and then, after resetting himself for a third time, he tried to lower his lead shoulder and Eurostep into the paint.
Each time, Jimmy Butler was there, to an extent that the official on his side of the court decided that he could not possibly have been there legally.