The players on the court were all a little speechless. Russell Westbrook was an exception. You couldn't treat an exception as the norm.
Didn't he know what kind of shape he was in?
He was covered in injuries, slow, and couldn't run fast or jump high.
His shot was just a little more reliable. If shooting well were enough to make it into the NBA, there were plenty of people on the street who could shoot. Why weren't they playing in the NBA?
Buden was about to say something, but Jimmy Butler looked at him and asked seriously:
"Coach, do we have any other options right now?"
The coach fell silent. He looked at the other assistant coaches, but none of them said a word. Then he looked at the players, and they were just as silent. Clearly, none of them dared make the decision on their own.
In the end, he looked at Antetokounmpo. As the Bucks' leader, he at least had to give his approval.
When Antetokounmpo saw the coach looking at him, he knew he couldn't stay out of it. After a two-second pause, he nodded. "I think we can let Jimmy go out there and try it for a few minutes."
With that, head coach Buden finally nodded too. "All right. Let him go out and give it a try."
Of course, the players and coaches—including the head coach—were all doubtful.
Their thinking was simple: since their leader had agreed, they might as well let him try for a few minutes. He'd probably be back on the bench in no time.
Only Bronny didn't think that way.
His father had faced Jimmy Butler many times, so Bronny knew just how tough Jimmy was.
He might be old, and he might look like a battered old car,