At times, it was almost magical. There were moments so inspiring that I stood up from my chair in the empty newsroom of my grad school, yelled to myself with a silent, mouth open roar (so as to not break the spell), and celebrated with arms flexed, just as I saw Chris Bosh do later, just as I once did during my own playing days.
The moments were entrancing, engulfing:
- Dwyane Wade’s steal/save/alley-oop to Kobe Bryant’s most emphatic finish since christening Dwight Howard
- Kobe Bryant’s over the shoulder flip to a cutting Wade for the strong, hanging and-one finish
- Chris Bosh’s numerous improbable lay-ups, scored after absorbing hard contact and nearly inhuman body contortion (perhaps the best in-air body control I have seen from a PF before)
- Chris Paul’s near destructive inside out dribble on a Grecian defender who only remained upright thanks to a screen from a USA player that prevented his descent into infamy
- LeBron James’s Harlem Globetrotters-esque slipping spinning dribble to lay-in
- The successive LeBron James and Chris Bosh block, a tangible exclamation point on the statement: this is for the last time, this is for all time