The moment of confusion was brief. Durant quickly regained control of the ball, using his upper body to push Old Owen away. He twitched his shoulder, faking a drive, then instantly pulled back, adjusted his stance, and pulled up for the shot, adding a slight fadeaway.
The driveway was narrow, making the distance equivalent to a long two-pointer—perfectly within Durant's range.
Old Owen reacted with incredible speed, leaping to contest.
For a man approaching 40, maintaining that kind of jumping speed was no easy feat.
But the 10-centimeter height difference was impossible to overcome, not to mention the most crucial factor: wingspan.
Durant's ape-like wingspan gave him a terrifyingly high release point.
The ball dropped cleanly through the net.
"Nice shot!"
Owen yelled from under the porch.
He was instantly rewarded with a slap on the back from his sister.
Old Owen ran to retrieve the ball.
Durant's expression grew more serious.
He could feel the pressure.
