J.R. SMITH IS GOING TO THE NBA FINALS.

I repeat…

“J.R. SMITH IS GOING TO THE NBA FINALS.

IT FEELS JUST SO DAMN GOOD TO SAY OUT LOUD, doesn’t it?

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In case you missed the game — it was, once again, the J.R. Smith show … as the Cleveland Cavaliers put a 30-point beatdown on the Hawks, and officially swept Atlanta out of the NBA’s Eastern Conference Finals.

While LeBron was busy being all super human and dominating the game, J.R. was playing his own — as always…

In true J.R. fashion, it was the best of times…

…and it was the worst of times…

(Side Note: LOL. J.R. waiting for DeMarre Carroll to come guard him and THEN decides to launch a 32-footer is everything that makes J.R, J.R….)

Eventually, the game got out of hand — and Kyrie Irving decided to kick off the celebration by delivering a VICIOUS cup check to Anderson Varejao…

J.R. couldn’t even get off the podium before he was cross-eyed drunk….

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Speaking of cross-eyed drunk, J.R. decided to start a new tradition of “toasting” — instead of raising your glass and listening to someone give a speech, just chug whatever is in front of your face in 5 seconds or less.

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This isn’t his first rodeo, by the way…

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From there, it’s usually customary for players to get treatment after a hard-fought game and retreat to the ice bath and/or hot tub. J.R., being J.R., decided to turn the hot tub area into Encore Beach Club.

Next, it was off to the press conference where Earl Joseph Smith III proceeded to take a selfie instead of answering questions…

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and plugged his Instagram account in hopes of “getting 2 million followers”…

When asked what it’s like playing for the Cavs versus the Knicks, his mom said it best…

…and then decided to text chicks for the next 5-10 minutes…

…before just laughing at something random and walking out of the room

This is why J.R. Smith cannot have nice things. Giving him a shot at the the Larry O’Brien trophy is the NBA equivalent of buying a brand new white carpet (LeBron) and putting it in your newly-furnished living room (Kyrie). Then, after it’s in place, you decide to trade a second-round pick to a New York City-based kennel in exchange for a puppy (J.R.). You let said puppy run around completely unsupervised, and before you know it, the dog has pooped everywhere and is doing snow angels in a pool of its own pee. This is pretty much what the Cavs have done for J.R. Smith, they’ve surrounded him with an arsenal of offensively-gifted weapons and a sparkling living room to do whatever he so pleases in — and as long as Cleveland is winning, no-one will care about him ruining the carpet.

Like throughout his career, you know it’s only a matter of time until the honeymoon is over and his act stops being the cute, new little puppy…

but this time …. it’s different.

This time: we have no precedence to work off of, or know what to expect — because…

“J.R. Smith is going to the NBA Finals.”