On this unforgettable night, when Coach D'Antoni finally subbed Lin Yi out, the entire arena rose to its feet.
A thunderous standing ovation swept through the building — fans shouting, clapping, chanting his name.
Even the Grizzlies players, frustrated and protesting, couldn't change anything. Nights like this don't happen often — not in a season, not even in a generation.
In the old black-and-white era, Wilt Chamberlain's 100-point game felt like something from a different universe — a man towering above everyone else, bullying history itself.
Decades later, Kobe's 81-point masterpiece showed the modern world what it looked like when a mortal flipped the switch to God Mode.
And now, in Memphis, 2012, Lin Yi had just joined that conversation.
When Chris Paul delivered his 22nd assist of the night — a crisp bounce pass that led to Lin's final fadeaway jumper — the scoreboard locked in his final tally:
86 points.
The second-highest single-game scoring total in NBA history.
Lin Yi sat on the bench afterward, breathing heavily, a towel draped over his shoulders. His legs trembled, his jersey drenched. He didn't even know exactly how many points he'd scored until someone told him. Everything after the third quarter had been a blur — a trance fueled by rhythm, instinct, and fire.
It felt unreal.
He'd had big nights before — 61 points in three quarters, a 60-point triple-double, even a couple of quad-doubles — but this? This was something else entirely.
An 80+ point game doesn't just happen because you take a lot of shots. You need near-perfect rhythm, trust, and efficiency that borders on supernatural.
Lin Yi had played 41 minutes, shooting 33 of 45 from the field, 11 of 13 from three, and 9 of 10 from the line, finishing with 86 points, 7 rebounds, 1 assist, and 3 blocks.
It wasn't just dominant — it was surgical.
He'd dissected the best defense in the league like a surgeon with a basketball in his hands.
Chris Paul's 22 assists also marked a career high, but tonight wasn't about numbers anymore. It was a statement.
The Knicks' 404 duo of Lin and Paul had just announced to the entire league: We're here — and we're not playing around.
The final score — Knicks 119, Grizzlies 98 — would be forgotten by morning. What everyone would remember was Lin Yi's 86, Paul's 22, and the stunned silence that hung in the arena before the applause broke.
After the game, the Knicks locker room was chaos.
Veterans who'd seen Lin Yi's past heroics just smiled knowingly — they'd run out of adjectives a long time ago. But for the younger guys, it was something else.
Klay Thompson looked like a kid on Christmas morning, eyes wide. Markieff Morris was yelling stats to anyone who'd listen. And Motiejūnas — who'd been compared to Lin all summer back home in Lithuania — just stared at the scoreboard, speechless.
"He and I… we're not from the same planet," Motiejūnas muttered finally, shaking his head. "I'm good at shooting and pick-and-rolls, but that…" He looked up toward the ceiling, as if seeking divine explanation. "Man, Memphis weather's really nice tonight."
Klay, meanwhile, refused to let go of Lin Yi's arm.
"Eighty-six points! Bro, that's insane!" he shouted, gripping Lin's sleeve. "Let me hold onto this hand, maybe I can absorb some of your power!"
Lin laughed weakly, covering his face with his free hand. "Klay, relax. You'll have your turn."
Klay grinned, eyes gleaming. "You think I'll ever hit that many?"
Lin looked at him, then smirked. "You ever heard the story of the tortoise and the hare?"
Klay nodded quickly. "Yeah — you're telling me to keep grinding, right?"
Lin shook his head. "No. I'm telling you the tortoise really can't beat the hare, so become one."
Before Klay could respond, Lin gave him a playful kick. "So maybe stop spending so much time dating and start spending more time on the court — unless you want Steph to leave you in the dust."
The locker room burst into laughter.
Klay pouted but couldn't hide his smile. "Alright, alright. Challenge accepted."
As Lin walked away toward the reporters waiting near the tunnel, Klay watched him go, eyes burning with quiet determination. He clenched his fists.
He wasn't going to let that hare named Stephen Curry run too far ahead.
In a few years, they'd be known as the Splash Brothers — brothers forged in rivalry, sharpened by pride, and inspired by the man who dropped 86 on the Grizzlies.
...
The Knicks' locker room in Memphis was chaos.
Reporters flooded the small space like a stampede. Cameras flashed, microphones clashed, and the air — thick with sweat, shoe polish, and too many energy drinks — was almost unbreathable.
Lin Yi sat at his locker, towel over his head, hoping someone would open a window. He wasn't trying to be rude; he just wanted to finish the interview and escape this suffocating mess.
But there was no chance of that tonight.
After dropping 86 points, no one was letting him go anywhere.
He could only thank the heavens the game hadn't been nationally televised — otherwise, there would've been double the reporters, and probably someone from The Tonight Show trying to get a sound bite.
In the middle of the frenzy, one reporter squeezed through the crowd and raised his voice, "Lin! You scored 86 points tonight, breaking Kobe's mark. We all know Kobe's your idol. What's going through your mind right now?"
Lin glanced up. A loaded question — the kind meant to spark headlines.
He smiled faintly and answered in a steady voice, "Honestly, it's all thanks to my teammates. Everyone was looking for me tonight. Chris gave me so many good looks — it made scoring a lot easier. So, really, this one's on all of us."
The reporter frowned slightly — no drama, no ego, no bite.
Lin could almost read their thoughts: Boring answer, next question.
But he wasn't taking the bait.
He knew how this worked. Say one emotional thing — just one — about passing Kobe, and tomorrow every headline would twist it into a rivalry.
So, he stayed cool.
He was thrilled, of course — 86 points don't just happen. But Lin understood something most players didn't: hype fades, reputation lasts.
That's why when Devin Booker dropped 70 in a losing game years later, people rolled their eyes. It wasn't about the points — it was the showboating.
Lin's performance, on the other hand, came against the league's best defense — and he made it look easy. He didn't need to boast. The numbers spoke for themselves.
The reporters shuffled again, switching tactics.
A female reporter — clearly uncomfortable with the chaos behind her — leaned forward and asked, "Lin, with this kind of performance, do you feel like you're the best player in the league right now?"
Lin blinked, caught off guard for a split second. He could almost hear the tension in the room — everyone waiting for the sound bite.
He looked up, straight-faced. "Yes."
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Then, after a perfectly timed pause, Lin grinned.
"Every morning, I look in the mirror and ask, 'Mirror, mirror, who's the best player in the league?' And every time — surprise, surprise — it's me staring back."
The locker room went dead silent for half a beat… then burst into laughter.
A few reporters groaned. "Damn it, Lin!" one muttered, shaking his head.
Lin just shrugged. "Hey, if the mirror ever shows someone else, I'll let you know."
With that, he stood up, slung his towel around his neck, and made his escape — weaving past the flood of cameras toward the hallway.
..
Minutes later, he was bathed and dressed beside Coach D'Antoni at the post-game presser, still wearing that same half-smirk. After another round of teasing back-and-forth with the media, Lin finally boarded the team plane to Oklahoma City.
His teammates swarmed him on board — asking for autographs, joking about keeping the game ball, even demanding he sign their sneakers.
Lin just leaned back in his seat, smiling tiredly.
He didn't know it yet, but his 86-point night was already sending shockwaves through the league — and by the time they landed in Oklahoma, the entire basketball world would be talking about him.
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