Reggie Miller rolled his eyes at Barkley.
"You've got to be kidding me. Pang Bo's played for two years, and he's attempted just thirteen threes in total. Most of them were desperation shots with the shot clock nearly running out, and he's only made two. In other words, he basically can't shoot threes."
Big Mouth Barkley chuckled.
"Anything's possible."
Even so, he didn't actually think Pang Bo would take a three.
It was just a joke.
As they spoke, it was the Knicks' turn to attack.
This time, they'd learned their lesson. Sabonis stayed back to set a screen for Irving in the backcourt.
Using Sabonis's screen, Irving finally got away from Mad Tiger Tagore and dribbled across half court.
But the moment he crossed the line, Mad Tiger Tagore charged at him like a madman and began harassing him relentlessly again.
Irving was getting impatient. He had no choice but to pass the ball to Aleksandar.
Aleksandar saw that Jokic had a little space, so he passed it to him.
As soon as Pang Bo saw Jokic with the ball, he stepped up and established position against him.
Jokic could handle other centers with ease, but Pang Bo was a different story.
Pang Bo was heavier and stronger, and Jokic couldn't muscle him out of the way.
More importantly, Pang Bo was faster and could jump higher.
Even if Jokic got past him, Pang Bo might chase him down from behind and block his shot.
So whenever he took Pang Bo one-on-one, Jokic had to be completely focused.
But the game had only just started, and he wasn't about to burn through his energy already.
So he passed the ball to King Arthur, out beyond the three-point line on the left wing.
King Arthur had plenty of energy. He