Back then, if you told someone that a big man like this could pull off moves like these, they would have called you an idiot.
The taller you were, the less agile you became.
That was common knowledge.
It was dictated by the laws of physics.
But Wemby's arrival had completely shattered that conventional wisdom and defied those laws of physics.
A 2.24-meter-tall guy could dribble like a guard, and could even pull off a between-the-legs change-of-hands dunk or a windmill dunk like a guard.
That had once been unimaginable.
Wemby's three-pointer sailed through the air. All 18,500 pairs of eyes in the arena were fixed on the orange basketball.
The Spurs fans watched the ball with the reverence of primitive people worshipping the sun.
Meanwhile, the Raptors fans glared at it like Hou Yi, the archer who had shot down the suns.
They wished they could nock an arrow and shoot that sun right out of the sky.
The little basketball had borne more than it ever should have had to.
At last, it seemed unable to bear the burden any longer. It wanted to hide somewhere, to take refuge in its mother's arms.
And so, with a swish, it slipped into the embrace of the rim, its mother.
The three-pointer went in!
126–127!
The Spurs led by one.
With just 40 seconds left in the game.
Whoosh—
The arena erupted like a surging sea.
Wave after wave of noise crashed toward center court like a tsunami, as if it meant to flatten the Raptors players—and Wang Yi along with them.
Raptors head coach Dako immediately called a timeout.
Before Coach Dako could say anything during the timeout, Wang Yi spoke to his teammates first:
"They'll probably double-team me when we get back out there."
"Let's see what they