Billups watched as the basket approached, slowing his steps slightly, knowing that a misstep now would spell disaster.
The score, surely it could be tied now, right?
Billups gently leaped, sending the ball toward the basket.
But as the ball rose near the basket, a large hand reached out from above him and slapped it onto the backboard with a "bang"!
It was the loudest sound Chauncey Billups had ever heard in his life.
"Oh my God, Roger completed the chase-down block! He never gave up, kept his head down to speed up the chase, closing an almost insurmountable gap! The Detroit Pistons still didn't score, the difference remains 2 points, the DPOY is still guarding his territory!"
Chauncey Billups couldn't believe it, he clearly looked back earlier and saw no one close to him.
How could Roger have caught up so fast?
Roger didn't know either; all he knew was to keep running, running insanely.
The belief pushing him to continuously accelerate, to get closer.
