I might be one of the few out there who prescribes to the theory that being clutch isn’t real. It’s merely a mirage; it comes and it goes. But still, I can respect someone stepping into the moment, and driving a knife through the chest of an opponent. Plus, if there was no such thing as “clutch,” we would’ve never seen the Sam Cassell “Big Balls” dance.
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