"How come you're the one getting dunked on again?"
Su Xi asked Garnett with a smile. It was like a nurse jabbing you with a needle while asking, "Why aren't you smiling?"
Garnett couldn't manage a smile. He just wanted to bite Su Xi's head off.
"If you've got the guts, you dunk on me!"
"What's so great about assisting someone else for a dunk?"
Garnett was just making excuses, flustered and not thinking straight.
"I'm the point guard," Su Xi said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He then asked Garnett, "You want me to dunk on you that badly? Aren't you afraid of being the background poster for every top-five highlight tonight?"
Su Xi's sarcasm was as sharp as ever.
Garnett ignored him, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
Once he got to the half-court, he posted up Little O'Neal. He went one-on-one against Little Ao again. This time, he spun, drew a double-team from Foster, and quickly passed to the famous bust of a center.
