There was no denying Mitchell’s motor. The small, quick point guard is a blur in the open floor with or without the ball. He used that speed to put pressure on the rim as a ballhandler while processing the floor depending on how the scattering defense recovered. If nobody stopped him at the three-point line, Mitchell weaved his way to the cup for layups, but if the defense had a wall built out in the paint, he sprayed to open shooters on the wing. Defensively he was hounding the ball above the half court line, trapping others as they turned their back to him and digging in on post touches trying to create deflections. There wasn’t a portion of the event where I thought Mitchell was taking a possession off.