It banked in, making it a five-point game.
There were only 21 seconds left in the game.
The Hornets hurried the ball up the court.
After a simple handoff, LaMelo Ball passed the ball to Little Prince.
Before the Raptors' defense could get set, Little Prince launched a three-pointer from way downtown.
Swish!
The three-pointer was good!
The lead was down to two.
The spectators in the arena all felt their scalps go numb.
So this was what it felt like to watch the other team hit three straight three-pointers in the final moments. Before, they had only watched Wang Yi drain consecutive threes late in games to erase a deficit and eventually hit a game-winner, or knock down a clutch shot to put the game away.
But today, they were finally experiencing what it was like to have an opponent hit three straight threes in the clutch to make a comeback.
Every spectator's heart leaped into their throat.
Stephen Curry let out a long exclamation, too.
"Little Prince for three! Three! Three! It's good!"
Hamilton shook his head beside him. "Good heavens, they've been deadly from three in the final minute. Absolutely deadly... The Raptors need to call a Timeout now. They have to call one and draw up a play."
Curry added, "There's another possibility: they don't call a Timeout. They just hold on to the ball, and the Hornets will definitely foul them, because there are only 20 seconds left. The Hornets have to foul them..."
He had just said that when Curry's voice suddenly changed. "Oh, no! Look at what the Raptors are doing! They're pushing the fast break!"
Hamilton said in astonishment, "Good heavens, everyone thought the Raptors would call a Timeout after the Hornets hit that three, or at least slow things down and