Green Team's Good Luck Charm

Back the other way.

Possession returned to the Thunder.

Westbrook brought the ball quickly across midcourt, then went right back to attacking Paul.

At the top of the key, he motioned for his teammates to clear out, then unleashed another of his fast, explosive front crossovers.

In just two and a half steps, he blew past Paul and drove into the paint. Drawing the double-team, he kicked the ball out.

This time, he spotted Little Jordan, left wide open on the other side of the basket. Jordan gathered the ball in both hands and gently tossed it upward.

The ball sailed over Robert Williams's head and dropped toward the far side of the rim. Uncle caught it firmly, then powered it down through the hoop in one smooth motion.

Beng!!!

4–4!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!! DeAndre with the alley-oop slam! This time, it's Westbrook connecting with him!!"

"Seeing that play is really something. Westbrook drives past Chris Paul, then sends up a lob for Little Jordan to finish! If this had happened five years ago, Chris would've been the one throwing that pass."

"Funny how things change, brother. That's the League for you. Nobody knows what team they'll be on next year."

"No, I think Russell knows. After all, he's got a no-trade clause~~"

"Hahaha, true. Oklahoma's front office has certainly shown him a lot of respect."

"He deserves it. When Durant chose to leave back then, Russell quickly agreed to an extension with the team. The present is the fruit of that decision, isn't it?"

"I think you're right."

After dunking, Little Jordan excitedly bumped into Westbrook in midair.

They were both the sort who let their emotions get the better of them, and with their ages so close, they got along pretty well. (Uncle was only four months