On the Verge of Being Angered to Death (Third Update 4K)

The game had been dragged into overtime under wildly dramatic circumstances. The people of San Antonio thought they had completed their revenge. Little did they know that the badly wounded Grizzlies would rise from the floor once more, swing their bear claws viciously, and leave the Spurs bloodied and mangled.

Popovich forced down the fury in his heart as he returned to the bench. He had thought Link would swallow his taunts like a docile lamb. Instead, Link was now an enraged bull.

No, a rabid dog!

The old man was so unwilling to accept it. How could that last shot have gone in? The ball had already bounced out to mid-range, yet Link had somehow, in an incredibly short instant, tipped it in one-handed from that far away.

It was as though even God did not want the Grizzlies to lose. Popovich simply could not accept it.

After hitting a game-winner, only to be answered by one at the other end—even though the Grizzlies had merely forced overtime, they had effectively snatched away a victory the Spurs already had in hand.

Thankfully, Link had only tied the game. If he had hit a true game-winner, God knew whether Popovich might have passed out from a spike in blood pressure.

But now that it had happened, there was no point dwelling on the past.

Popovich steadied his emotions, picked up the clipboard, and prepared for the game again.

"This time, we have to put the Grizzlies down for good!" Popovich roared. He would not allow himself or the Spurs to fail again.

On the other side, Link did not get overly excited over that beautiful putback.

Once the ruling was announced, Link merely let out a low roar and made no further celebration.

Link knew he had only tied the