Lamar's logo three sent the few Lumina fans in Iron Vault into a frenzy, their cheers swallowed by the home crowd's groan. On the visiting bench, the entire Lumina roster shot to its feet, whipping towels like windmills. The man was giving them life again, and everyone in the building could feel the momentum shift.
Crawford didn't call timeout. Not yet. He crossed his arms and let his guys ride the wave. He'd seen it before—burn a timeout every time Lamar hits a bomb, and you'll run out before the quarter's really underway.
Lumina's next trip down, Callaway brought the ball up instead of Lamar. That was by design. With the ball in Callaway's hands, Roarers couldn't blitz Lamar early. The trap only works if the man you want has the rock.
