The Pacers are like your younger brother – irritating, scrappy, and frankly, pretty darn annoying.
For years now, you’ve played bully ball in the driveway, backed him down and used your size to win 1-on-1 games with relative ease.
Then one day, you look up and your brother’s up 7-5, dripping in sweat, but uncharacteristically calm and laser focused. Hold up. Since when is he 6’2? He’s that close to dunking? Alright, I’ve got to turn it up a notch. This kid’s a player now.
You go back to the old reliable moves. Two dribbles left, crossover to the right, stepback.