Heartland Hustle: Cavs & Pacers Deal in Danger, Game 4
- Brandon Weger
- May 11
- 2 min read
Indy’s fieldhouse hums like an old V-8 at a stoplight—idling, flexing, daring somebody to drop the hammer. Tyrese Haliburton palms the rock like he’s clutching the Infinity Stone, while Donovan “Spida” Mitchell drifts along the arc, eyes narrowed, still tasting blood from Game 3’s 43-point feast. The Pacers haven’t lost back-to-back since flip phones were cool; Cleveland just rediscovered its road-warrior fangs. Tonight one franchise steps toward destiny, the other toward doom.
