Eastern Conference Semifinals – Game 2: Boston Celtics vs. Miami Heat
There was something off about Kyle Wilson when he stepped into the arena that night.
Not wrong. Not broken. Just… off.
Like he wasn't carrying nerves anymore.
Like he wasn't just playing to win—he was playing to prove something.
No extra words. No headphones.
He walked through the tunnel in full uniform, no warm-up gear, eyes locked straight ahead.
Even Jayson Tatum leaned over to Brown and said, "We might wanna just stay outta his way tonight."
They were about to witness history.
1st Quarter – IgnitionTip-off.
First possession, Celtics ball.
No sets. No swing passes. Tatum handed the ball off to Kyle like passing a torch.
Jimmy Butler picked him up 94 feet. It didn't matter.
Kyle blew by him on the first dribble—one hard bounce, hesitation, left-handed push off—slam.
Then a steal.
Then a transition three.
Then a no-look dime to Jaylen for a corner triple.
