Little Jordan: Pure Rim Protector!

Morris couldn't hear a thing. He called Reggie Evans over for a screen, got George switched onto him, then after another flurry of wild dribbles, he pounded the ball, stepped back, and forced up a fadeaway.

"Swish!"

It went in again.

Morris was indeed playing selfishly, but he really could make the shots.

Caron Butler could only swallow his frustration.

For Morris, on one hand, he genuinely disliked passing and preferred going one-on-one.

On the other hand, the ones calling for the ball were players like Caron Butler and Randy Foye, players beneath his level.

Why should he pass?

Only players on the level of LeBron or Griffin were worthy of making him pass.

Right now...

the Clippers were leaderless, and he was the sole core.

When the tiger was away, the monkey became king.

That was exactly how Morris felt now. He was the Clippers' one and only king.

If he didn't attack, who would?!

And who was qualified to take the ball out of his hands and attack instead?!

No one.

He was the only one.

Clearly... this style of play would not earn his teammates' approval. They only kept quiet because he was hot right now and kept making shots.

That was not a long-term solution.

If he failed to recognize the problem, something would eventually go wrong in this matchup.

The game continued.

Curry and Su Yan stood at the top of the key on opposite sides, drawing the defensive attention of four players.

George cut easily to the basket, rose up, and slammed it home.

On offense, the Knicks had nothing to worry about. They could finish their possessions with ease and comfort.

The key to winning was this: when would Morris's shooting touch go cold?

That moment was not far away.

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