クリス・ボッシュさんのインスタグラム写真 - (クリス・ボッシュInstagram)「After watching the @miamiheat make it to the ECF last night, it got me thinking about the last time 305 brought home the title, Game 7 of the 2013 NBA Finals. —The Last Chip 🗞, Game 7 (link in bio) Can you imagine going from the best play of your career in Game Six to scoring zero points in Game Seven? Well, I don’t have to imagine it. Neither does Ray Allen. Because after our historic victory, we went cold. Ice cold. Tundra cold. March of the Penguins cold. But when I realized I wasn’t gonna get a bucket, I remembered a lesson Sam Mitchell taught me: Even when you’re not getting your points in, you have to contribute. I truly can’t express quite how wiped out we felt by the end of the series. It was like my body instantly remembered how many games I’d just forced it to play. Even though Game Six was our big comeback, I’d say Seven was even more grueling. I remember the kids swarming me, asking to be lifted as the team took the stage to get our trophy. My son was barely one—he’d just started walking—but he could tell this was something he wanted to be a part of. Around then, the relief became euphoria, and it didn’t go away. Everyone always asks about the afterparty. TBH, the only substantial thing I have for ya’ll is Bron, D and I were at a packed table section at Story and Drake was there hanging out too. That’s about all I got. After the afterparty, D and I hung out at my place, shooting the shit until the sun rose. D noticed a prized possession of mine on the wall: a signed lithograph of greats. And I thought about everyone who came before us, from Jordan to Kareem to Russell, who paved the way. We’d done it again—no one could deny it, and we certainly weren’t going to forget it. But we were sure as hell going to come back just as hard the next year. Because, I’ll be real with you: You never think it’s going to be The Last Chip.」9月10日 9時12分