There were long stretches of this game in which the Jazz looked like an elite team in the NBA.
Their ball movement was, at times, sublime. This is overpassing, but it is also basketball bliss: Donovan Mitchell drives, kicks it to Bojan Bogdanovic, who swings it to Royce O’Neale, who swings it to Joe Ingles, who finds Mitchell in the corner. There has never been a play that more succinctly wraps up the “pass the ball and you’ll get better shots yourself” Platonic ideal.
The offense was fluid, too. Actions led to advantages which led to larger advantages.