"Are you kidding me?!"
"He opens the game with a logo three? And it's a center taking the shot—and he actually makes it? This… even a movie wouldn't dare script something like that!"
"My God, this center Blake Su is unreal!"
"He's ridiculously good. This is insane!"
"Haha, I love watching you all lose your minds praising my Su God!"
…
One shot—that was all it took to ignite the arena.
The Suns' home-court energy surged instantly, overwhelming the Bulls in sheer momentum from the very start.
"Unbelievable!"
In the broadcast booth, Mike Breen slapped the desk in disbelief.
"I've called games for years, and that might be the most entertaining logo three I've ever seen! Blake Su opening the game like that—absolutely spectacular!"
Jeff Van Gundy clapped repeatedly.
"Just as expected—Blake Su always brings something new. That three wasn't just flashy.
It gave the Suns control of the game right from the opening possession.
Outstanding play by Blake Su!"
At this point in time, only a handful of networks were broadcasting NBA games live, and none had live comment feeds. Otherwise, the screen would have been flooded with nonstop hype and praise.
Back to the court.
Suns (3) : (0) Bulls.
The Suns struck first. Blake Su's almost taunting logo three had clearly woken the Bulls up—there was a new edge of seriousness in their eyes.
Dribble, dribble, dribble—
Rose brought the ball up.
Fresh off winning Eastern Conference Player of the Week and leading the Bulls to the top of the East, he was brimming with confidence.
At the top of the arc, he faced Curry.
A smooth crossover. He lowered his body. Between-the-legs switch.
The instant the ball returned to his left hand—
He exploded.
Like lightning.
Curry saw nothing but a blur flash past him.
By the time he turned his head, Rose was already in the paint, hanging in the air, adjusting mid-flight to avoid Frye's contest—
Swish.
Off the glass and in.
Fast.
Rose's burst was simply too quick. Curry, still a second-year player and at a physical disadvantage, had no answer.
"Rose is just too fast," Mike Breen said. "He blew past Curry in the blink of an eye and finished effortlessly.
With the 'Windy City Rose's' explosive athleticism, scoring looks easy."
Even after praising Blake Su, there was no denying Rose's brilliance.
Rose answered immediately—reminding the Suns that the Bulls were first in the East. They weren't about to be intimidated.
Suns ball.
Curry advanced and fed Blake Su.
Matched up against Luol Deng, Blake Su faked right, took one explosive step, then slammed on the brakes—
Deng was gone.
The pull-up jumper was pure.
Guard-like acceleration. Guard-like stop.
Deng was completely shaken.
Rose answered again.
High on the left side, a quick crossover—he burst toward the lane. Curry chased, but Rose gradually pulled ahead.
Into the paint.
He planted, rose, adjusted midair to avoid Carter's help—
Banked it home.
Nash pushed the pace.
Blake Su caught the ball at the top, sprinted to the free-throw line, stopped on a dime, and rose over Deng.
Too tall.
And not just tall—he elevated high above the contest.
Deng reacted instantly, but it didn't matter.
Nothing but net.
Clean. Fluid. Effortless.
Rose attacked Curry again on the left block.
Pull-up jumper.
Curry contested well this time—nearly blocked it.
But the shot still dropped.
That's Rose.
Curry's defense was solid. The difference was pure talent.
Bulls in transition—
Rose went coast to coast, splitting two defenders and finishing with a vicious one-man dunk.
Blake Su answered.
He cut to the basket, twisted midair like a guard, and finished with a soft hook—showing the league that even a center could move this smoothly.
Rose came right back.
Using a screen, he burst into the paint, launched like a rocket, and hammered home a two-handed dunk before Frye could even complete his jump.
The explosion left Frye wide-eyed.
Suns fast break.
Nash pushed full speed, saw Blake Su sprinting ahead, and tossed the ball high into the air.
Blake Su understood instantly.
Boom!
A thunderous dunk.
His head nearly level with the rim.
That kind of vertical—on par with Dwight Howard.
Mike Breen's voice was nearly hoarse by now, but he kept roaring through the action.
"Rose and Blake Su—two supreme talents—have been trading blows since the opening minute!
What a show! This is basketball at its finest!"
The arena was in a frenzy.
Both stars were unstoppable. Every possession felt electric.
End of the first quarter—
Suns (33) : (30) Bulls.
Even as the quarter ended, many fans were still buzzing from the back-and-forth duel.
"Incredible."
"Both Rose and Blake Su are on another level."
Parker shook his head in admiration.
Ginobili nodded.
"Rose's explosive drives and mid-range pull-ups are lethal. And Blake Su, at that size, attacking off the dribble? It's a mismatch every time.
When they get rolling like this, there's no stopping them."
Duncan blinked calmly.
"Coming tonight was the right choice. This is a great game."
John Wall sat quietly, shaken.
Blake Su… actually going toe-to-toe with Rose?
He couldn't help recalling the night Rose had dismantled him not long ago.
His face darkened.
On the other side, Iverson clapped lightly.
"Impressive. A center moving like that off the dribble? That's special.
Blake Su is something else."
Howard felt the impact too—but still clicked his tongue.
"High shooting percentage, that's all.
If he dares step into my paint, I'll make sure he regrets it."
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