Look, I'm not here to blame the result of Game 7 on the guy whose retirement night is merely a few months removed from getting rained on by the unrelenting monsoon that was LeBron James' post-trade deadline reminder that he still owns the Eastern Conference regardless of roster...
I am saying that someone that's his rival in resentment alone knew a hell of a lot better than to make matters worse for the young, inexperienced team that already wasn't prepared for the storm that the greatest player on the planet had brewing with his NBA Finals streak on the line. I'm sure he already had plenty of motivation being back in the city in which his first stint as a Cavalier was brought to an unceremonious end, but I'm also pretty confident he made a little more room for fire in his belly when one of the players that helped facilitate that initial departure got in his ear. Chances are that had Paul Pierce just sit down and shut the hell up, as opposed to apparently ignoring all the other times in which trying to chirp LeBron ended miserably for him, then Jayson Tatum would have filled the void of that missing fuel by going with the man-on-machine chest bump to celebrate his late-game posterization...
That said, it's a lot more excusable for a wet-behind-the-ears 20 year old to feel froggish following a leap than it is for the 40 year old first-hand witness of greatness to continue to run his mouth from the same sidelines where he's long been left similarly speechless. With how often he messes with the bull, I'm starting to think he's got a fetish for getting the horns...
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