Roger, like a blade cutting through bone, shattered Rodman. Knocked down, he got up, and amid the roaring of twenty thousand people, he made his free throw and shut them up.
With Roger's extra point in, the Magic led the Spurs 9 to 0, forcing Bob Hill to call a timeout.
O'Neal reached out for a fist bump with Roger, "Scott doesn't deserve you, neither does Michael. Trading for you was the greatest deal in NBA history."
"Shaq, even if you say that, you still owe me the money for the Ferrari rims, it's been a month."
"Damn, Roger, you're so materialistic, no wonder you can't find a girlfriend. Can't you be a little more romantic?"
Though he grumbled, Shaq was simply too thrilled, too exuberant at the moment.
He had never beaten the Spurs or the detestable David Robinson since he became a professional player.
But today, with Roger, everything was just too easy.
In truth, Roger didn't just halt the game.
What he disrupted was the peace of the Spurs.
