For an easy two over and over and over was maddening. We seemed to do the same thing every time: try and come down to help but not leave their other guy open from three only to see him score every. Single. time.

Could we not run some kind of different defense? Could someone from the backside not pull a Michael Jordan and come over to steal the ball? Something? Anything?

That was brutal. Every time he got the ball he scored. And we kept rinsing and repeating. Ugh.