It Slipped Into My Hands Again By Accident

One second in heaven, the next in hell.

A second ago, Chris Paul had believed he could cut the deficit to within five points. As long as they got it under five, there was still hope.

But in just one second, all his hopes were shattered. Link's three-pointer was like a bullet fired from a large-caliber rifle, piercing straight through Paul's chest.

Link pressed both hands downward as he roared. The other Grizzlies players excitedly rushed over to high-five and hug Link, while the Grizzlies on the bench were beside themselves with excitement. Everyone in the stands cheered for Link as well.

The entire FedExForum was whipped into a frenzy by Link. The entire game had become hopeless because of Link...

Less than two minutes remained, and they were down by ten. Chris Paul lowered his head and sighed to himself.

He had led his team back from a 22-point deficit to this point. He had thought that today, he could create another classic comeback in NBA history.

But at that moment, Paul truly understood something—magical performances often happened at FedExForum, but only the Memphis Grizzlies could create miracles here.

After that free throw from a few minutes earlier, Link had killed the game for the second time today.

Coming back from ten points down in just over a minute was not impossible. But with the Clippers' engine already broken, that seemingly small ten-point gap felt impossibly distant.

Paul shook his head and told himself he could not get discouraged. If he lost heart, the whole team would be finished.

Paul knew better than anyone what it would mean to head to Los Angeles trailing the Grizzlies 0-2.

Under normal circumstances, no team could come back from a 0-3 deficit. But against the Grizzlies, even falling behind 0-2 made it