When I was growing up my buddy Peter was really good at hoops. Kid practiced on a tiny court in his backyard and could ice any shot. Whenever we played, I, being the trash-talking underachiever on the team, would shag rebounds and call Pete’s shots before they even left his hands – then just trot back on defense.
Why do I bring this up? Watch LeBron James call Ray Allen’s three pointer before the ball is in the air against the Knicks. He doesn’t even look back. It’s
probably definitely the only thing similar in my game and LBJ’s: we know our shooters.
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