Tracy McGrady finally saw the real Roger, a Roger he had never seen before.
He was no longer the good big brother who inspires you to move forward.
Nor was he the always amicable good friend.
Tonight, McGrady could feel that Roger had only one purpose on the court: to utterly destroy you!
Even with a 22-point lead, Roger said it wasn't over.
McGrady had a deeper understanding of Roger.
Roger was indeed a good person; that wouldn't change.
But he was competitive, resilient, the backbone of this terrifying Hawks team.
When he smelled blood, he didn't care if the blood was from his own friend.
This reminded McGrady of the Baby-Faced Assassin and Magic; every time before the 1988 and 1989 finals started, Isaiah Thomas would kiss Magic.
Indeed, not just a hug, but a kiss, like the kind at a wedding when two gay men get married.
But no matter how intimate they were before the game, once the game started, both turned into competitive, tough bastards.
