Pleasance called a timeout, his brows furrowed.
To be honest, the Magic's defense had been pretty good today. The Bulls were a team of young guns, but the Magic's old veterans had somehow managed to keep up.
But while the Bulls' shooting percentage wasn't high, the Magic's was even worse.
The problem was Tracy McGrady.
Pleasance glared at McGrady, suspecting he was trying to sabotage him.
After all, McGrady had played a part in getting Rivers fired.
Otherwise, why had he stopped driving to the basket? Why did he keep demanding the ball only to force up bad shots?
Mersel's defense might be atrocious, but at 6'7", he had the height. And after getting burned by the Magic over the Summer, he always played with extra fire against them, defending for his life. 'At a time like this, shouldn't he attack a little less and pass the ball more?'
"Tracy, come to the bench and collect yourself," Pleasance said, avoiding any harsh words.
