He drove into the paint, gathered the ball against Claxton's defense, and leaped. Folding in midair, he extended for a finger roll, then switched hands and sent the ball off the backboard.
The ball kissed the white square and bounced into the hoop.
Another tough two-pointer!
The lead was back down to five.
Chris's personal scoring total for the night had climbed to 65.
"Chris!! Another tough finish at the rim!"
"What a will to win. Or did he learn some weird tricks from Jokic? Why's he started playing that way, 'gasping from the opening tip and keeping it up until the final buzzer'..."
"Hahahaha, if only. But from what I know of Chris, he's probably just genuinely exhausted... He looked the same in that playoff series against Denver a few years back, when the game dragged on to the end.
"But what I'm saying is, that's exactly what's so absurd about Chris. Even when his stamina is clearly failing, his finishing efficiency is still terrifyingly high!
"The Nets absolutely can't let their guard down just because he looks like he's about to collapse. Otherwise, Chris could suddenly erupt with a flurry of points and bring them right back into the game! Believe me, it could absolutely happen!"
"I don't think they will. After all, they've given Chris the highest level of defensive attention all night. Across the entire League, there probably isn't anyone besides Chris who's had Paul George and Kevin Durant take turns guarding him while the team keeps up high-intensity help defense and double-teams!"
"Can't blame them. The guy's terrifying. After tonight, his scoring average this season will probably climb back above 38 points per game! If New York keeps playing this way all season, I wouldn't be surprised if Chris puts together another legendary season averaging