Kevin Durant is a professional assassin
Cleveland is up 113–111 over Golden State with about 50 seconds left. The Warriors have plenty of time to either tie this thing up or take the lead.
Kyle Korver misses a corner three and Kevin Durant is there for the rebound. One dribble. Two dribbles. Three dribbles. Four. No one has picked up Durant. He gets to the left wing and pulls up, with no hesitation, right as LeBron James comes to pick him up.
The Warriors take the lead, and that was that.
Golden State took that series 4–1 last year. They made it back to Cleveland this season with similar circumstances: up 2–0 in the series and heavily favored. If Cleveland had any chance to win the Finals, they’d win tonight.
Kevin Durant wasn’t having any of that.
He must feel comfortable in Game 3s, or maybe it’s just something about Cleveland. Last year it was a 31-point, eight-rebound, four-assist, one-killer-three performance. This year it was better, save for the last-minute heroics — 43 points, 13 rebounds, seven assists, one steal.
Golden State, 110. Cleveland, 102.
Golden State, three. Cleveland, zero.
On a night where JaVale McGee and Jordan Bell scored the same amount of points as Klay Thompson and Draymond Green, and Steph Curry scored just one more point on 3-of-16 shooting, Durant put the team on his back.
Durant is a snake. A boa constrictor, to be exact. And he’s got the Cavaliers in a strangle-hold.