After pale start, Raptors’ offence behind Barnes rediscovers vibrancy

What is shot making in the NBA? Is it an expression of skill? Is it an expression of luck? Is it a function of good shot creation, of good play-calling, of poor defence? Is it a combination? 

For the Toronto Raptors in their cursed game against the Miami Heat, such questions weren’t theoretical or philosophical or abstract. They were a jagged reminder of some rock bottom to which the team’s offence seemed to be plummeting. Such questions were a chicken bone on which the team had been collectively choking.