What about the idea that keeping him under the basket would make it impossible to space the floor?
No problem. Didn't Pang Bo have a solid mid-range shot?
He could use it to draw the opposing big man out, creating some room for his teammates to attack the basket.
And if his mid-range shot didn't space the floor as well as a three-pointer, that was fine too.
Keeping Pang Bo in the mid-range was far more threatening than sending him beyond the three-point line.
So after that, Pang Bo hardly practiced his three-pointers anymore.
Now, though, Brother Yi was telling him to shoot threes. Naturally, he was confused.
But then he remembered what Brother Yi had said before he went onto the court: as long as he was open, he should shoot.
If he didn't, he'd be glued to the bench.
Pang Bo couldn't help feeling a jolt of apprehension.
He was still two long steps from the three-point line, and the defender in front of him was completely ignoring him out there. So Pang Bo dribbled up to the line.
Then he launched a three-pointer.
The instant Pang Bo released the ball, Wang Yi suddenly burst into motion and sprinted straight toward the basket.
Irving and Aleksandar tried to keep up with Wang Yi, but neither of them could match his explosiveness.
As this unfolded, the spectators watched Pang Bo in astonishment.
"The Titan Beast is shooting threes?"
"What? Am I seeing things?"
"Is he just messing around?"
Commentators Reggie Miller and Big Mouth Barkley were just as incredulous.
"Oh, no. What's he doing?"
"How many threes has he even taken in his two seasons in the NBA?"
Barkley had said earlier that Pang Bo might shoot a three, but he'd been completely joking.
He hadn't expected the guy