Gilbert Arenas is a few steps removed from his his glory days in D.C., but give him this much: his shot at the end of the first half Monday night would win just about any game of H.O.R.S.E. in human history.â†µ
Not sure what was better though—the mind-bending shot from three-quarters, or Gilbert's sincere disbelief after the refs waived it off (since the shot clock is out of bounds). But watching Gilbert try to convince everyone on the court that it hadn't hit the shot clock... That takes some phenomenal swag. Or genuine insanity. One or the other. Love you forever, Gil.