Teammates Fighting Each Other?!

Three minutes.

DeAndre Jordan got three wide-open opportunities under the basket. As long as Morrison passed him the ball, he could either Attack the basket directly or finish an alley-oop.

Scoring would be as easy as taking something out of his pocket.

But Morrison refused. He insisted on attacking by himself, forcing up shots while surrounded by two or three defenders.

They had to understand...

The Knicks were not using so many defenders on Morrison because he was too strong.

They knew he would not pass. The more defenders there were, the lower Morrison's chances of scoring through "luck."

If Morrison did not score, he was also wasting possessions.

The team had no second scoring option. The Clippers' defeat was only a matter of time.

Clang!

Morrison forced up a floater and bricked it again.

DeAndre Jordan was right under the basket, but he had no interest in protecting the rim. His heart was already filled with rage.

He walked straight up to Morrison and demanded, "Why didn't you pass? Can't you see I'm in an open position?!

Even I could make that pass, let alone you.

Didn't we make it crystal clear to you at halftime? You agreed without hesitation, so why do you keep going at it alone again and again?!

If you could keep making shots—

If you had Kobe's ability to keep scoring and lead the team to victory, we wouldn't say a thing.

But you're not Kobe.

You can't keep scoring forever. You can't rely on one person's strength to carry the team to a win.

So you should be playing team basketball."

"I only missed this one possession."

Morrison curled his lip, completely unconcerned.

"How many shots have you missed already? Don't you know? How many offensive rebounds have I grabbed for you? Are