Glen Davis brought the goods last night. Barring a first quarter rejection fest that had Davis eating his own shots, Davis was sensational.
With his hustle, resiliency and stick-to-it play, Davis led the way to Boston’s 4/20 Massacre of the Miami Heat. 23 points, 8 rebounds, and every play Davis made dripped with the scent of a man who desperately wanted to fill Kevin Garnett’s shoes and send Miami back home down 2-0. For most of the game, Davis was a stud.
For one play, though, he was nothing more than a snow-plow.
Let me set the scene: About 6:40 left in the third quarter. The Celtics in the midst of an 18-0 run and clinging to a 62-37 lead. Ray Allen throwing flames through the net. Ray Allen throwing more flames through the net. Ray Allen throwing still more flames through the net.
So Davis came charging through the middle of the lane, cutting full-speed as coaches teach players to and Davis — The Round Mound of Energy — normally does. Only, his path wasn’t clear. There was Mario Chalmers — all 6’1″, 190 lbs. of him — staring wide-eyed at the stampeding bull heading his way.
“I was just trying to get in front of him to get to Ray and he kept going and kept going,” Chalmers told the Boston Globe after the game. And Chalmers’ life passed before his eyes. He regretted that he hadn’t yet written a will. He wished he’d gotten one more chance to say goodbye to his loved ones.
And then he got trucked.
Laying down on the floor with 289 lbs. squarely on his chest, Chalmers heard the referee’s whistle blow. Though Chalmers had been the one who nearly didn’t survive the collision (“Tell me about it,” he said), the foul call was on him. “I think our feet got tangled up and we both fell and they just happened to call the foul on me,” he explained.
Though the collision brought images to mind of death by personal foul, Davis had a brighter view:
“He tried to hug me,” Davis said. “I think he tried to show how much he loved my game and just hugged me.”
After the way Davis played last night, Chalmers isn’t the only one who wants to hug him. So does all of Boston.