Randolph scored easily over LaMarcus Aldridge, leaving everyone in the arena dumbfounded.
What had those exquisite post moves been just now? And what was with that soft left-handed floater?
Was this really the same Zach Randolph whom Plumlee had bullied into the floor last game?
The advantage at power forward that had originally belonged to the Trail Blazers had somehow shifted to the Grizzlies.
Randolph had rediscovered that fighting spirit. More than anything, he now wanted to put on one brilliant performance after another.
He had made his mother worry for far too long. Now, it was time to make her proud.
Stotts propped his chin with his right hand and watched the court intently.
Could I really be this unlucky? Randolph just had to come back to life when it was my turn?
No, impossible. Randolph was in such a huge conflict with the Grizzlies right now. With his personality, there was no way he would play seriously.
Thus, the stubborn Stotts instructed Lillard to keep feeding Aldridge the ball. If the Trail Blazers wanted to win, they had to establish a lead as soon as possible.
And to establish a lead early, Aldridge needed to find his offensive rhythm quickly.
Yet Aldridge's shot missed again under Randolph's tight defense!
"Th-This..." Even Bill Walton was left speechless.
The reporters who had been waiting to see a spectacle were equally speechless. They had assumed Randolph and Link would ruin this game. Some had even said that Randolph and Link might start arguing right on the court.
But now, these two forwards were making every step difficult for the Trail Blazers.
The Trail Blazers still had not scored, which meant the Grizzlies had a chance to widen the gap further.
Randolph had undoubtedly become a threat, and Aldridge did not dare