It could have been about about Kendall Marshall and how his compound eyes netted another eight assists.
It could have been about how John Henson loaded up on jolley ranchers that crinkled and cracked like plastic wrap around a sour apple satisfying flavor of 19 points and 12 rebounds.
Or it could have been about Leslie McDonald's Value Menu 7 straight points in the second half.
Or Tyler Zeller wrestling with the ghost of Psycho T: kicked, hacked, and tangled.
Or it could have been about Dexter Strickland's crunch time blinders and how he saw nothing but personal glory--tangible as cigarette smoke.
But it wasn't.
When everything was said and done, it was about Harrison Barnes, his confidence like an atomic bomb leaving a shadowed silhouette permanently on our brains.
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