DeAndre Jordan: What a Miserable Guy!

"Come on! DeAndre Jordan's rim protection is still this elite!"

"His talent is right there—how could his rim protection not be strong?!"

"Chandler's rim protection isn't bad by league standards, but tonight he's been almost completely suppressed by DeAndre Jordan."

"DeAndre Jordan is like a rim-protecting machine, securing offensive rebounds in his hands time and again!"

"So impressive!"

"..."

The fans gave DeAndre Jordan high praise.

"Arghhhhh!"

Chandler was getting a little frantic.

He knew DeAndre Jordan's rim protection was formidable, but he hadn't expected to be suppressed the entire time.

It made him extremely unhappy.

Gritting his teeth, he glared viciously at DeAndre Jordan. He had to win the rebounds back over his head.

Smack!

Morris got the ball again.

In a single offensive possession, he had been given a full three shot attempts.

If Morris still failed to score, it would be hard to justify it.

Using Caron Butler's screen, he knocked down a long two-pointer from the right high post, finally getting on the board.

Scoring was always a good thing.

"Nice shot!"

DeAndre Jordan cheered for Morris again.

Caron Butler curled his lip. "Give me three or four shooting chances, and I'd definitely make one too!"

Possession changed.

The Knicks' offense was very simple.

Su Yan was immediately swarmed by three Clippers defenders from three meters beyond the three-point line at the right side of the top of the key.

He passed the ball out, and George, Tony Allen, and Curry all had opportunities to finish.

Who would take it?!

Tony Allen got an excellent wide-open look in the left corner.

He attempted a three-pointer.

Up went the hand, down went the blade—nothing but net.

Morris got the ball and continued attacking on his own. He greatly enjoyed having the ball in his hands and attacking