Randolph easily made the and-one free throw.
The game continued.
Pat Riley stood on the sideline, as handsome as Al Pacino. His hair was meticulous, his suit immaculate. Even the playbook tucked into his suit pocket was folded neatly.
He had considered many ways the Knicks might play tonight, but he truly never imagined they would use Zach Randolph to lead the charge.
And that he would play so well, at that.
'What the hell is going on?'
He felt like he'd burned a few brain cells trying to figure it out; the whole thing was just too crazy for him. Zach Randolph had actually stood up and found a second life with the Knicks.
Before this game, Randolph had been the league's pariah, a rat everyone wanted to chase out of town.
'Isaiah Thomas plays a good game.'
