"If you had to choose an 18-year-old perimeter player to build a team around, who would you pick?"
"Before this season, everyone would have chosen the god of basketball, Michael Jordan, without hesitation."
"Even though the NBA's fifty-year history had produced countless superstar perimeter players—Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Dr. J, Isiah Thomas, West, and many more."
"But after this game, perhaps things would be different."
The game had reached the final 17 seconds of the fourth quarter!
Lakers 93:93 Bulls!
Tie game!
Tense—this game had become so tense it was breathtaking!
In the fourth quarter alone, the lead had changed hands seven times!
The back-and-forth duel between Kobe and Jordan was still the central theme of the game. Every made shot and every miss from the two of them tugged at the hearts of tens of millions watching from in front of their televisions.
Kobe and Jordan's efficiency had clearly dropped in the fourth quarter. Even bodies forged from iron were nearly drained after four quarters of such brutal Finals intensity, especially after forcibly taking over the game!
The clangs of missed shots rang out without end.
What was surprising was that neither of them chose to pass. They just kept firing!
Everyone had thought the final moments would become a showdown between O'Neal and Pippen. Even Harris had thought so.
But the ball seemed to have been glued firmly to Kobe and Jordan's hands!
Black holes on offense! Ball hogs! Selfish stars!
No matter how media pundits or reporters mocked them, they still kept possession firmly in their own hands!
This was where Kobe and Jordan differed completely from so many superstars of later generations.
Perhaps at this moment, stubbornly continuing to hold the ball and fire away was not the most efficient choice.
Perhaps if they gave the