Run! Run! Run!
This team had me at Diallo.
And not because Cheick was great in his debut, which he was. Because it was at that point forward that Self relaxed, with his full complement of talent. Since then, it's been like a dream for us Bucketeers. Self's decision-making and our thoughts have been pretty much completely in lock step: Mick's got the run he has deserved, we've been playing to our strengths (shooting, running), and Self has come out and said as much. It feels like love.
I'm riveted. Goosebumps flush my arms. The 20-2 runs that absolutely bury competitive teams have me on cloud 9. Disruptive defense from guards and bigs, the outlet passes from Mick, Cheick and Bragg, the breakneck push down the floor from Frank, and Devonte, the spread wings ready to bury threes, and the smart decisions that fill the space between these elements. It feels like love!
But to me, it doesn't start with the 3. It starts with pushing the ball, and that means good outlets to Frank and Devonte, with Selden, Perry [and Svi/Green] rolling to the wings with the green light to bomb in transition. That's the stuff that makes 20-2 runs, and championships are made of.
Don't break my heart Bill. Let these Hawks run! What's a 3rd side? Never heard of it.
Run! Run! Run!