By the fourth quarter, the Warriors’ game plan had become simple: Everyone work their tail off on defense, and on offense, find the guy who Kyrie is guarding. And then give him the ball and let him score.
By the fourth, Irving might as well have been wearing a neon green jersey. Every single time down the court, the Warriors did the same thing — they found the poor sap, and they picked on him.
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