The first happened right after Jammer won the opening tip. He didn’t win it by much. Basically, it was the difference between being able to dunk and being able to slam the ball into the rim. Anyway, he tipped it back to a kid named Donyel. We knew from the game we’d watched that this kid was their main ball handler. He was a little bigger than Deuce but it didn’t look like he was as fast. Deuce was on him tight, but here’s the thing: Donyel wasn’t trying to score. He worked it around until he had a clean passing lane, then fired it in to Jammer. Jammer gave me a good shoulder fake and then went up for the shot. He had just enough space. The ball cleared my fingers by about a centimeter, rolled around the rim, and dropped: 1–0. Second play: Deuce took the ball up, and Mike and I battled for position. I finally got open and put my hands up for the ball. But Deuce decided to take it himself. He got around Donyel and rocketed toward the rim. Jammer saw him coming and left me to cut him off.
