Yes.
In less than four minutes.
Blake Su had already added 2 points, 1 rebound, 3 assists, and 3 steals to his stat line, and... led the team on an 8–3 run.
They erased a 4-point deficit and took a 1-point lead.
"Beep! Beep!"
George Karl quickly called a timeout. Even with Blake Su struggling offensively, the way he was orchestrating the team during this stretch was enough to make him uneasy.
"A center this versatile... it's unbelievable."
On the bench, George Karl frowned deeply, both puzzled and frustrated by Blake Su's performance, with no clear idea how to contain him.
Inside the broadcast booth.
"Wow..."
Mike Breen shook his head in amazement.
"In just a few minutes, Blake Su has added 2 points, 1 rebound, 3 assists, and 3 steals. That's just ridiculous.
Right now, he's sitting on 10 points, 8 rebounds, 9 assists, 8 steals, and 4 blocks. A near quadruple-double.
Those numbers... they're insane."
"Exactly."
Jeff Van Gundy nodded with a smile.
"And the key is, he's a center. To be this all-around, he's already comparable to 'The Dream' Hakeem Olajuwon."
"Right."
Mike Breen agreed.
"Right now, Blake Su is no worse than Olajuwon in his rookie season. You could even argue he's more complete."
...
On the court.
Play resumed after the timeout.
The Nuggets had the ball, trailing by one.
Despite Blake Su having just 10 points so far, and poor shooting efficiency, the momentum on the court was still firmly in the Suns' hands.
He was forcing the game in his team's favor through sheer all-around dominance.
That kind of pressure weighed heavily on the Nuggets, and even their leader, Anthony, felt it. He had to step up, score, and swing the game back.
Right high post.
Anthony isolated against Carter. After a quick jab step, he rose straight into a tough jumper.
"Swish!"
Nothing but net.
The aging Carter simply couldn't contain "Melo" at his peak.
Suns ball.
Nash brought it up and fed Blake Su at the left high post. Even if he wasn't shooting, Nash knew Blake Su would draw attention.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
After the pass, Nash and Curry both drifted toward the wings, moving off-ball to create space.
But now.
After securing the near quadruple-double, Blake Su's focus had shifted.
Not passing.
Scoring.
He needed at least 30 points.
Facing Martin.
"Let him shoot, don't let him drive."
Martin stuck to the plan, betting on Blake Su's cold shooting.
"Whoosh!"
Blake Su took a probing step, then pulled up.
Martin jumped to contest but stayed disciplined, not biting on any fake.
The ball spun through the air.
"No way that's going in!"
A Nuggets fan shouted confidently, knowing Blake Su had been cold all night.
The next moment.
"Swish!"
Clean.
"What luck."
The fan scoffed.
But before he could finish mocking—
Next possession.
Same defensive approach.
"Swish!"
Another mid-range jumper.
"Wait... what?"
Martin was stunned.
Wasn't he cold?
What just happened?
"Pfft, just lucky."
The fan still looked dismissive, but a trace of unease crept in.
And that unease—
"Swish!"
—exploded when Blake Su buried a cold-blooded three.
Silence.
Then tension.
The fan froze.
The Nuggets froze.
Three straight makes.
Blake Su was sending a clear message.
His touch was back.
Martin no longer dared to sag off.
Another possession.
He pressed up tight, expression serious. Now he had to guard both the drive and the shot, and the pressure was mounting.
Blake Su held the ball at his side, rhythmically moving it to create space.
"Whoosh!"
A sudden burst to the right.
One step.
Stop.
Pull-up jumper.
Martin was already half a beat late, and with inferior height and vertical, his contest meant nothing.
"Swish!"
Another one.
Four straight shots.
All made.
Including a three.
Nine straight points.
The Nuggets bench and crowd felt the chill run down their spines.
Inside the broadcast booth.
Jeff Van Gundy's voice rose with excitement.
"He's back! Blake Su's unstoppable jumper is back!
Now that he's scoring like this, the Nuggets are in serious trouble.
Nine straight points. You'd think the lead would be bigger.
Wait... why is it still so close?"
He looked at the scoreboard, puzzled. Even with Blake Su's run, the lead was only four.
At the same time—
"Swish!"
Anthony answered right back.
Pull-up jumper over Carter.
Good again.
The gap shrank to two.
"What's going on?"
Jeff Van Gundy frowned.
Mike Breen shook his head.
"Blake Su's touch is back, but don't underestimate Melo's scoring.
Last game, he dropped 30 in a single quarter and 57 for the night. He's an offensive machine.
During Blake Su's four straight makes, Anthony went 4-for-5 for 8 points.
That's why the gap isn't growing."
He paused, then added:
"Right now, it's a straight shootout.
Blake Su versus Anthony.
And…"
Mike Breen paused again.
"Have you noticed something?"
"Hmm?"
Jeff Van Gundy looked over.
"Their jumpers…"
Mike Breen continued.
"They're incredibly similar."
Jeff Van Gundy thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah… they really are.
Almost like they were cut from the same mold."