Ewing's voice wasn't quiet.
Hardaway, who was about to get back on defense, froze in place. The surrounding Mavericks players also stopped in their tracks, instinctively turning to look at the two of them.
'Are they fighting?'
But the game wasn't over, and no one had time to dwell on it. Nowitzki quickly inbounded the ball, and Finley took off running.
Hardaway frowned and quickly gave chase.
"Scott, should we call a timeout?" On the sidelines, Jim Boylan asked nervously.
He'd been so loud, there was no way they hadn't heard him.
Having a conflict in the final moments of the game was tantamount to shooting themselves in the foot.
Skiles's expression was deadly serious, but he didn't rush to answer. He just stared intently at Ewing and Hardaway on the court.
"Chen, did I hear that right? Did Patrick just yell at Anfernee?" In the back row, a stunned Old Nelson turned to ask Chen Yu, who was sitting beside him.
Chen Yu had heard it too.
