"Holy shit!"
"What did I just see? I'm not imagining things, right? Blake's sneaker actually split LeBron's sneaker open?!"
"Is that for real?!"
"Absolutely!"
"Oh my God! Those are LeBron's signature shoes. Nike shoes. And Blake actually stomped them apart?
"And remember, Blake isn't even as strong as LeBron.
"Damn...
"What does that tell you?!
"It means the Adidas-made 'Blake Su Generation' on Blake's feet is better built than LeBron's Nike signature shoe!"
"Exactly!"
"Everyone always says Nike makes better basketball shoes than Adidas, but looking at this, I'm not so sure. Adidas might actually have them beat!"
"Man, the durability of the 'Blake Su Generation' is insane. I'm sold! I don't care whether Blake wins the championship tonight or not.
"I'm buying a pair of 'Blake Su Generation.'"
"Me too!"
"Count me in!"
"After watching them crush a pair of Nikes like that, even if I weren't a Blake fan, I'd still buy a pair of Adidas!"
"Exactly!"
"..."
The moment the fans saw LeBron's Nike sneaker split open after Blake stepped on it in his Adidas shoe, interest in the "Blake Su Generation" exploded.
Meanwhile, at Adidas headquarters, Manager Wagner was watching the live broadcast from his office.
The moment he saw what had happened, he jumped out of his seat in excitement.
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect! Hahaha! The 'Blake Su Generation' just won a head-to-head battle against LeBron's Nike signature shoe.
"Couldn't have asked for better publicity!"
Back on the court, neither LeBron nor Blake paid any attention to what the broken sneaker might mean.
They were completely focused on the game.
Play was stopped while LeBron changed shoes. Since Blake had stepped on LeBron's foot and fallen during the drive, the play was ruled a turnover on Blake.
Possession went to the Heat.
A moment later, LeBron returned in a brand-new pair of sneakers, and the game resumed.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Wade controlled the ball on the left wing.
"Wade loves to attack from the left side and shoot from the right, so what's he going to do this time?!
"And there he goes!
"Wade accelerates past Curry and tries to shake him through contact, but George rotates over to help. Wade is about to pass...
"Frye closes in too!
"Three defenders surrounding him!
"Wade loses it! Curry, trailing the play from the wing, strips the ball away and immediately sends it to Nash at the top.
"Nash fires a long pass ahead.
"He finds Blake, who took off the instant the turnover happened!
"The Suns are running. Only Bosh is back with Blake, but Blake is simply too fast!
"He leaves Bosh behind in the open floor.
"Blake... wow! Blake takes off from the free-throw line, glides through the air, and throws it down with one hand!
"BOOM!
"Unbelievable!
"Does Blake have springs in his shoes?! He just pulled off Michael Jordan's famous free-throw-line dunk from the Slam Dunk Contest in an actual game!
"That's ridiculous!"
Van Gundy's eyes went wide in disbelief.
But the spectacle wasn't over.
On the Suns' very next fast break, Nash tossed a perfectly timed lob while moving at full speed.
Straight toward Blake at the rim.
"Whoosh!"
Blake launched into the air like a rocket.
His head rose level with the rim as he caught the ball and hammered home an alley-oop directly over Bosh!
"BOOM!"
The force of the dunk sent the rim rattling violently.
"Whoa!"
The fans hadn't even recovered from seeing Blake split LeBron's Nike sneaker when he stunned them again.
First came the gliding dunk from the free-throw line.
Then an alley-oop with his head level with the rim.
"He has to have springs in his legs! How else does a center take off from the free-throw line and dunk like that?
"And how does he get his head level with the rim and throw down an alley-oop over Bosh?!"
"Th-that's an insane vertical!"
"No, no, no. Blake's athleticism is obviously incredible, but I bet those 'Blake Su Generation are giving him some extra bounce too.
"That's the only explanation for him turning into a human spring!"
"Exactly!"
"Yeah, that has to be it! Damn, so the 'Blake Su Generation' isn't just durable. It's got incredible bounce too.
"The quality and performance of these shoes are insane!"
"Exactly!"
"I can barely dunk once in a while. If I had a pair of 'Blake Su Generation,' I bet I could dunk regularly!"
"That's it. I'm getting myself a pair of 'Blake Su Generation tonight!"
"Same here!"
A gliding dunk from the free-throw line.
An alley-oop with his head level with the rim.
And before that, Blake had split open the Nike sneaker on LeBron's foot.
Put all three together, and the perceived quality and performance of the "Blake Su Generation" couldn't possibly have looked better.
None of it had been intentional on Blake's part.
But Manager Wagner, watching the game, couldn't stop grinning.
Back on the court, play continued.
"Swish!"
After Blake's rim-level alley-oop, Wade answered with his signature Eurostep, slipping through the defense for a layup and cutting the deficit to eight.
Possession changed.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Nash brought the ball up and passed to Blake at the top of the arc.
George stepped up to screen for him.
Blake used the screen to get around LeBron, then accelerated down the left side.
"Whoosh!"
He burst into the paint.
With only Haslem waiting beneath the basket, Blake didn't hesitate. He attacked the rim and went up for the layup against Haslem's defense.
"Beep! Beep!"
The whistle sounded.
Haslem had caught Blake across the arm.
After the contact, Blake no longer had enough control to finish, so he simply tossed the ball toward the basket. At the same time, Haslem's body knocked him slightly off balance.
Nothing unusual about that.
As Blake fell, he instinctively planted his right palm against the floor to brace himself before the rest of his body hit the hardwood.
At first, it didn't seem serious.
But just as George stepped over to help him up, Blake's face suddenly twisted in pain.
He sharply pulled his right hand back and clutched it with his other hand, his expression contorted in agony.
"Hiss..."
The sight instantly sent a chill through everyone watching!