Volume 1: I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

I Came, I Saw, I Conquered! The Windmill Arm Swing Curry was simply too good at weaving around screens; Westbrook had nearly been shaken off. Rayal was a blue-collar center whose offensive threat outside the paint was virtually nonexistent, so Drew could safely leave him open. "Your arm violated his cylinder," the referee said. Westbrook suppressed the surging urge to attack and lobbed the ball to Love. Although Westbrook was hugely popular for his explosive style, his scoring average was lower than Love's—just 12.5 points per game, compared with Love's 17.4 points and 10.2 rebounds per game, a double-double that made him UCLA's offensive centerpiece. But Boss had told him to do it, so he had to carry it out without compromise. In the ensuing play, Westbrook could no longer contain his desire to attack, repeatedly driving into the Bulldogs' interior with the ball, but with little success. "Are you questioning my judgment?" The referee's expression turned cold. Under Westbrook's furious gaze, Curry stepped to the free-throw line and calmly sank all three shots. "So you're saying your three-point shot isn't as good as Curry's?" Jim Nantz teased. That settles it. I can't cause trouble! Westbrook took the inbound from his teammate and crossed into the frontcourt, where Butler guarded him. Westbrook's layup was once again knocked off target by Drew's contest. The Bulldogs pushed another fast break, and Curry buried an ultra-deep three in transition, drawing thunderous cheers from the Bulldogs fans in the arena. Fuck! But he wasn't stupid. He knew shooting was not his strength; he had his own foundation to rely on! "No, sir. I respect your call." Westbrook did not dare say anything more and could only watch Curry angrily as he walked to the free-throw line. Curry shrugged. But Curry had already found room