NBA: Max-Level Three-Pointer, I Just Want to Grind Money
Chapter 818

Eating His Fill on Lobs!

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Griffin's extraordinary talent, along with enough touches,

gave him plenty of chances with the Clippers to attack the rim and finish above it.

But most of those opportunities had been carved out by his own physical gifts.

After coming to the Lakers, his touches would definitely fall behind Paul and Kobe. He could only have the third-highest priority in the offense.

That was far less than what he had with the Clippers.

Would Griffin complain?

Not at all. He was actually thrilled.

In truth, he was not a player who excelled at handling the ball and forcing his way to the rim.

He preferred slipping past the defense without the ball, cutting to the basket, then leaping up to finish a lob.

That was why Griffin's performances had remained rather unremarkable before Paul came to the Clippers.

Though calling them unremarkable was not quite right.

From the moment he entered the league, he had played at an elite interior-player level, peaking right out of the gate.

But people had expected even more from someone with his physical talent.

They gave him the nickname White Superman because they expected him to measure up to the Magic's Superman.

But as they kept playing, people realized that while both were incredibly gifted, they were fundamentally not the same type of player.

Superman Howard preferred staying near the basket and using his overwhelming physical gifts to overpower opponents on offense.

He was also good at soaring high in the restricted area to finish lobs.

Griffin was more well-rounded technically.

His greatest offensive weapon was not receiving the ball in the paint and going to work.

His short wingspan meant he simply was not suited to wrestling with a crowd of giants under the basket.

What he did best was accelerating from the perimeter into

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