After the Bucks edged out the Raptors, after Kyle Lowry tried to fit his compact engine of a body headfirst, diving down between George Hill’s legs in a way that you really believed, because he really believed, that it could work, after Terence Davis sat—tender, brash-faced brave Davis, running at the immovable force of Giannis Antetokounmpo when no one else on the floor would, half like he wasn’t giving himself enough time to think about it, but mostly because watching him, you have the sense that him running fearless at things feels safe as home—sitting in the postgame Raptors media room and listening to Nick Nurse talk about how sometimes you coach for the game, but sometimes you coach for the future, I was impetuous.