Su Xi was now seen as a righteous figure, occupying the moral high ground.
Damn you, Stadumier!
Kenny Smith changed the subject. "That step-back jumper from LeBron just now looked a little like Jordan."
Huh?
Cole raised an eyebrow, finding the notion absurd. 'Dude, could you be any more obvious with the topic change? Like Jordan? More like Jordan's grandma. If Jordan's shot was textbook, James's step-back was a kindergartener's chaotic scribble on a blackboard—complete with the unbearable, ear-splitting sound of nails scraping against it.'
The game continued.
On defense, Su Xi continued to stick to Stadumier.
Stadumier was furious; he'd been utterly humiliated on the last play. He demanded the ball from Ginobili again.
The moment he got the ball, he fiercely dropped his shoulder, bumped into Su Xi to create a sliver of space, then slammed the ball down once. Fueled by his rage, his explosiveness surged as he charged forward.
