"Amazing!"
"Three straight threes to start the game—and all of them over Batum's defense. What more is there to say? Who can still question Blake Su now?!"
"Bingo!"
"Blake Su absolutely has three-point range—and it's just as reliable as his mid-range shot."
"It's not that he couldn't shoot before. Against weaker teams, he simply didn't need to."
"Haha, that's a bit harsh, man."
"Hmph. For those who looked down on Blake Su, this is the slap in the face they deserve."
"A center with shooting like that from deep? That's insane. He's like a 'monster'—a type of player this league has never seen before."
"That three-ball… unbelievable."
"…"
Three shots from beyond the arc. Three makes.
Blake Su not only silenced the doubters—he set the entire arena on fire.
"Beep! Beep!"
A 9–0 run forced the Trail Blazers to call timeout. The sixth seed in the West, a legitimately strong team, had been punched in the mouth.
On the Trail Blazers' bench, panic was setting in. Their entire game plan had been built on the assumption that Blake Su didn't have three-point range.
Head coach Nate McMillan gripped the clipboard, brows knitted tight.
"We underestimated him. That 'monster' center really can shoot.
From now on, lock in completely. Guard him seriously—even beyond the three-point line. If we can't take him out of the game, we can't beat the Suns."
"Got it."
The players nodded, refocusing.
Despite the ugly 0–9 start, they chalked it up to complacency. Once they tightened up, dealing with a Suns team built around a rookie shouldn't be a problem.
Nine points? Manageable.
Timeout over.
Aldridge caught the ball at the left high post, backed down Carter, spun, and rose for his signature turnaround jumper. With his size, strength, and smooth mid-range touch—
Swish.
He got Portland on the board.
Possession switched.
Curry pushed the ball up, using Blake Su's towering frame as a screen to drive down the right wing. He lofted a soft floater, but it came up short and bounced off the rim.
Thud!
Blake Su exploded upward and tipped the ball back in midair.
Swish.
West found an open look next trip down and knocked down a three.
"Aldridge and West respond right away. After the timeout, the Trail Blazers are finding their rhythm. This game is far from over."
Suns possession.
Blake Su brought the ball up himself. At the left wing, facing Batum, he strung together a series of crossovers, lowered his shoulder—was he driving?
No.
He rose again for three.
Batum stayed glued to him, contesting hard. The shot went up—
And missed.
Frye grabbed the rebound and kicked it back out to Blake Su.
West closed hard, refusing to give him space beyond the arc.
But Blake Su wasn't just a shooter.
One hard step, he blew past West. Into the paint—
Despite his height, he adjusted midair with a smooth double-clutch layup. Camby, lumbering and unsure, could only watch as Blake Su twisted through the air and finished softly off the glass.
At the top of the key again—
Blake Su pump-faked, got Batum in the air, drove past him, and pulled up at the free-throw line.
Mid-range jumper.
Money.
Back at the top once more.
After getting scored on twice, Batum hesitated, leaving just a sliver of space.
Wow.
That was all Blake Su needed.
He rose instantly—
Bang!
Another three.
You simply cannot give him room. Blake Su was on fire.
Matthews tried to take Curry off the dribble—stripped.
Fast break.
Curry and Blake Su against a scrambling defense. Curry drove left, Blake Su streaked down the right lane.
A soft lob.
Blake Su read it perfectly.
Matthews was caught in no-man's land—
Bang!
Alley-oop slam.
Jon Barry's voice rose with excitement, completely swept up by Blake Su's offensive display.
Mark Jackson laughed. "Now that he's got the three-ball, Blake Su's offensive gravity is on another level. He's even harder to guard. Batum has no answers."
With 28.8 seconds left in the first quarter, Aldridge hit another smooth mid-range jumper.
13.7 seconds remained.
Final possession for the Suns.
Blake Su held the ball at the top. Batum looked tense—he'd already been beaten multiple times. Aldridge stepped up to double.
But Blake Su didn't wait.
A quick feint left, then a no-look pass to the right. Curry curled out, caught it, spun, and fired.
Swish.
Nothing but net.
The entire sequence flowed effortlessly. Curry grinned, giving a subtle shoulder shimmy in celebration. Blake Su smiled faintly—so Curry had already started developing that signature "shimmy."
2.6 seconds left.
Matthews launched a desperation heave from full court that didn't even graze the rim.
End of the first quarter.
"Wow."
Jon Barry clicked his tongue. "Four threes in one quarter. Eighteen points. Blake Su exploded in the first quarter. The Suns lead by eleven."
"Incredible," Mark Jackson said, tapping the desk. "The Trail Blazers are sixth in the West, and a rookie just led his team to an eleven-point lead in one quarter.
His offense is unbelievable. A center going 4-for-6 from three in a single quarter—at that size, from that distance, with that accuracy.
How do you defend that?
Blake Su… he's practically unguardable."
The commentators' praise mirrored Portland's frustration.
In the second quarter, after rotations shuffled the lineups and Blake Su checked back in, the Trail Blazers ramped up the pressure.
They bodied him on the perimeter, denying him clean looks from deep. If he drove, immediate double-teams collapsed.
In short, they threw their highest level of defensive attention at him.
"Hah."
"He's just a rookie—do they really need to guard him like this? Have the Trail Blazers never won before?"
"Seriously. A center being face-guarded beyond the three-point line? My understanding of the position is officially shattered."
"What can they do? Su God is just built different."
"Even with this kind of pressure, I doubt they can truly contain him."
And they couldn't.
Beyond the three-pointer, Blake Su had a lethal mid-range game, the ability to attack off the dribble, sharp passing, and athleticism—speed, explosiveness, vertical—that far surpassed most centers.
Portland had no solution.
In the second quarter, even under heavy pressure, Blake Su still scored 8 points and knocked down another three.
After halftime, when Portland's defense relaxed for just a moment, he punished them—
Two more threes in the third quarter. Fourteen points in that period alone.
Through three quarters, Blake Su had drilled seven three-pointers and poured in 40 points.
People couldn't help but marvel.
How could a rookie center shoot from deep like this?