All the fans felt satisfied, this bastard finally had his day of reckoning!
"An immortal performance, this might be the greatest solo show in NBA playoff history! Sprewell had a long quarter, and I bet it felt like ages to him! Because not only did he fail to guard Roger, but he also didn't score a single point over him!" Steve Jones yelled.
Sprewell staggered off the court, unable to believe that Roger could pressure him on defense and torment him on offense.
This man, who felt like a somebody after last season's success, felt his insignificance at this moment.
Team sports have one special aspect, every player gets a chance to catch their breath.
But Sprewell had no such chance; every round, whether on offense or defense, he was tormented by Roger.
As he walked off the court, Spree's first words stunned Riley.
"Damn, how is it only the first quarter!?" Spree looked at the game clock, feeling as though he had traveled through time.
