My God. Bam brought the goddamn ball up like a frigging point guard, stutter-stepped at the top of the key, raced by his defender and drove to the basket for a lay-up and one. Jesus Christ.

What fucking kryptonite is Derrick Jones, Jr. on? Mother-fucker SKY-walks. Three times in six minutes of highlights so far Miami's exquisite passers made eye contact with DJJ who presently was airborne and slamming the lob through. I mean...I can't do that.