Saipan's shots grew more and more absurd.
After he sent this three-pointer sailing out of bounds, he finally realized something was wrong.
He stared at his own hands in disbelief.
Even he couldn't believe these were the same hands that had just gone six for six from three.
From six for six to three straight misses.
He had no idea what had happened.
After making six straight, he'd felt on fire. His whole body had been filled with energy, as if every cell in him were burning.
He'd even received encouragement from the League's Number One.
And to motivate him, the League's Number One had promised him a million dollars for every three-pointer he made.
His confidence had swelled to ridiculous levels.
Based on his past experience, when he was in that kind of zone, he should have been getting more accurate with every shot.
How could he be getting worse?
He'd been playing basketball for years. He knew that a player's form had a lot to do with confidence.
The less confident you were, the worse you played. The more confident you were, the better you played.
His confidence had been sky-high just now, so why had his shots kept getting worse?
He'd even launched a three-pointer so wildly that it had gone out of bounds.
On the sidelines, the Spurs' head coach took advantage of the dead ball and quickly called a timeout.
As soon as play stopped, he went straight to Saipan again.
He immediately let Saipan have it.
"Why are you so worked up? Sure, you need to be fired up when you play, but why are you this fired up?"
Saipan looked completely bewildered.
In the past, hadn't the assistant coaches and head coach always told him to get fired up whenever he went onto