It’s always a treat to watch Chris Boucher play basketball.
He’s out in transition and it’s impossible not to smile in anticipation because something special is likely to happen. Maybe it’ll be a vicious dunk. Maybe he’ll get caught in a race to the rim and have to contort his lanky body this way or that to avoid some calamitous crash to the floor.
Or he finds himself in the corner of the court, a defender, or maybe two, close by to disrupt him and he unfurls that slow, high-arcing three-point shot with little record for how closely he’s being checked.