Crawford shuffled his personnel: Ryan and Darius as the backcourt scoring punch, with Malik, Sloan, and Stanley rounding it out on defense—a lineup built for one purpose, to shut down Frye.
The timeout ended, and play resumed.
Roarers' ball. The moment Ryan checked back in, he steadied the ship with a thunderous dunk.
Tigers' possession. Smothered by Stanley's tight defense, Frye couldn't find a clean look and kicked it out to Russo in the corner. Russo bricked the three, Malik hauled in the board and outletted to Ryan on the break.
Ryan raced the ball up to the top of the arc. Just as everyone braced for him to attack the rim, he pulled up out of nowhere behind the line and let it fly—
Good. Three.
A 5–0 run.
Tigers 100, Roarers 118.
"Ryan's not about to be outdone—five straight!" Mad Dog shouted.
"That puts him at 37," Mason came back. "What is this, a scoring duel with Frye now?"
