Tristan Thompson 25 Points/1 Three Full Highlights (10/26/2019) by @DownToBuck - Post Details
Tristan Thompson 25 Points/1 Three Full Highlights (10/26/2019)
Tristan Thompson had played in 563 regular-season NBA games prior to tonight. In all 563 of those games, he made exactly zero three-pointers. In 554 of those games, he attempted exactly zero three-pointers. The scouting report on him was very clear: he does not shoot threes. Ever. And if he sometimes accidentally shoots a three, it does not go in. Ever. That era of Tristan Thompson basketball ended tonight. Behold, the new era of Tristan Thompson basketball is upon us: the era where he shoots threes for a few games before stopping because it's not really working out. You remember the "shooting threes" era of Andre Drummond's career, right? That's how this is going to be. If I'm wrong (and I won't be), you can try to call me out on it, but by that point I'll have edited this description to say that I have full confidence in his three-point shooting abilities going forward. That's the great thing about the Internet, as Chad Ford found out. If you're wrong, you can make yourself un-wrong as long as no one has some sort of archive of all the stuff you put out there. I'm guess that in the next few games he'll attempt one or two threes per contest, none of them will go in, and he'll go back to being a pure rim roller and garbageman. But, it was fun while it lasted. The Cavs commentators were having an absolute blast. Actually, it sounded like they were having an absolute blast the ENTIRE game. I miss Fred McLeod already, I guess you don't miss what you have until it's gone. For real. I'm not even being sarcastic right now. I didn't even realize I liked the dude until I heard some random unknown dude (is it Brad Daugherty????) say "I love it!" over and over while adding nothing of substance. All clips property of the NBA. No copyright infringement is intended. If you enjoyed this video, please consider donating to my Patreon. YouTube doesn't allow me to collect ad revenue from my videos. https://www.patreon.com/downtobuck
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