Harden's near-triple-double, Morant helplessly swallows defeat. This game had me sweating in my palms, as if I were back on the outdoor court, drenched in sweat from those days. Back then, we were a bunch of rough-around-the-edges kids, our skills weren't great, but that fighting spirit still makes my blood boil when I think about it now. Harden, this old-timer, is still at ease on the court, his composure is truly remarkable. He's like an experienced chef, perfectly blending various offensive "ingredients" to satisfy his teammates. In this game, Harden's passing was truly an art, always finding the most comfortable angle to deliver the ball to his teammates. Look at that bounce pass, threading through the armpits of the Grizzlies players, accurately finding Zubac under the basket, who then easily dunks for points. That pass was simply brilliant! And his several passes after breaking through, the timing was just right, making the Grizzlies' defense scatter and fail to cope. It's like... just like how my wife cooks, mastering the heat so well that the dishes are full of color, flavor, and aroma, making them irresistible. Morant, on the other hand, is like a young wild horse, full of vitality and explosive power. His few breakaways were so fast they made my head spin, and I couldn't help but shout in excitement. But youth is still youth, and his lack of experience made him seem a bit rash in handling the ball at critical moments. Several strong attacks ended in turnovers, and if he could have been calmer, perhaps the outcome…