Look at those damn shots, man. All of them were built off the barely perceptible muscle twitches and instant calculations that make Harden one of the deadliest isolation players in the league. This is the non-loathsome version of Harden that we told you about yesterday, the one who gives up on drawing fouls for a while and instead spends half a quarter turning defenders into cats trying to pounce on a laser point.

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This doesn’t mean that the annoying parts of Harden’s game weren’t present last night, too. He tried a few of his patented, foul-hunting drives to the rim in the first half, but the refs refused to indulge him and those came up empty. Maybe he’ll get those calls in Game 2, and you’ll feel miserable watching him score 40 on a foundation of 17 free throws. If that happens, just relax and try to remember how much fun you had watching him last night.