🏀 “Down 1 with 5 Seconds Left—Who Gets the Ball?”
The TD Garden was electric, trembling under the weight of 20,000 voices chanting in unison. Celtics vs. Lakers. Game 7. NBA Finals. One point down. Five seconds left. No timeouts.
The scoreboard read: Lakers 102, Celtics 101. Five ticks between heartbreak and immortality.
Coach Joe Mazzulla stood at the edge of the sideline, drawing up a final play with frantic precision. Sweat beaded down his forehead, not from panic—but the gravity of the moment. He had options. He had legends in uniform.
Standing in the huddle were the giants of green and white:
Jayson Tatum, the franchise cornerstone, calm but fierce, 29 points already.
Jaylen Brown, Finals MVP candidate, a human firecracker who’d carried the offense for stretches.
Derrick White, clutch gene activated, the unsung hero of Game 6.
Kristaps Porziņģis, a mismatch magnet with length and poise.
And Payton Pritchard, the chaos element, fearless, never blinking.
Coach locked eyes with Tatum. “You want this?”
Tatum didn’t flinch. “Let’s win this thing.”
But just as the players broke the huddle, Jaylen Brown walked past Tatum and slapped his chest twice. “If they triple you, look left.”
Five seconds. The inbound came from White. The Lakers pressed—Anthony Davis covering Porziņģis, LeBron on Brown, and Austin Reaves glued to Tatum with help shading from D’Angelo Russell.
The ball was inbounded to Tatum near half court. Clock started.
4.9… 4.8…
Tatum took two dribbles left. Reaves stuck with him. Then the double came—Davis hedged high, cutting off the driving lane. The trap was perfect.
3.1…
Tatum pivoted.
And just like that—he passed.
Skip pass over the top.
Brown caught it on the left wing.
2.4… 2.3…
LeBron rotated over. Brown pump-faked. LeBron bit. Brown stepped left—freed.
1.2… 1.1…
Jaylen Brown rose. Shot arcing. Garden on pause.
0.4… 0.3…
The net snapped clean. Celtics 104, Lakers 102.
Pandemonium.
The buzzer sounded. Confetti rained like green lightning. TD Garden erupted, shaking like it was built atop thunder.
Jaylen Brown stood still, arms outstretched, as Tatum sprinted toward him, grinning like a kid. White tackled them both. Porziņģis screamed in Latvian. Even stoic Al Horford, watching from the bench in his final season, had tears streaming down his cheeks.
The answer was clear: Who gets the ball?
Everyone thought it was Tatum.
But Tatum gave it up.
Because Tatum didn’t need to take the shot—he trusted the brother beside him to make it.
In the postgame interview, Brown was asked what he was thinking as the ball soared through the air. He smiled and said, “I was thinking, ‘He passed it. That means he believes in me.’”
And Tatum? “I want the shot, always. But I wanted the win more.”
📜 Final Word:
In the annals of Celtics lore, this wasn’t just another game-winning shot—it was a moment of trust, selflessness, and championship DNA. Down 1, with 5 seconds left—the ball went to the right man, not just the biggest name.
And in doing so, the Celtics didn’t just win a game—they sealed a legacy.
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