Well, of course he was going to take the last shot. Of course he was. The Knicks weren’t where they were last night — down 95-94 to the star-spangled Thunder, with the ball, 7.9 seconds left on the clock — if J.R. Smith hadn’t been the very essence of J.R. Smith all night.

So they were in the game, because Smith scored 32 points in the second and third quarters, because every time Oklahoma City looked like it was going to run away and hide, Smith would make another of his absurd shots, fading away, turning around, bing, bam, boom.

But there is an equal and opposite chemical reaction to that: it also meant the Thunder were back in the game because Smith missed six of his first eight shots in the fourth quarter, because as always there is gravity in play in Smith’s quintessential games.

Because, as always, you take the good with the bad with Smith.

You take the ridiculous with the sublime.

And hope for the best.

“I played well,” Smith would say later, “but I would feel better about all of it if we would’ve won the game.