Inside the sports lab, a winded O'Neal took aim at the hoop and released the basketball.
CLANK. As expected, it hit the rim and bounced out.
"Let's take a break," Chen Yu called out from nearby, waving him to a stop.
O'Neal looked like he'd just been granted a pardon. He flopped down, grabbed a water bottle that looked like a tiny medicine vial in his hands, and started chugging. GULP, GULP, GULP.
Chen Yu ignored him, arms crossed, watching the video playback on repeat.
Beside him, Nelson and Chip Engelland were still discussing.
"What do you guys think? What if he stood a little farther back for his free throws?" Chip Engelland mused.
O'Neal's hands were so big that his free-throw form looked like a catapult launching the ball. The main problem was the lack of contact between his palm and the ball. He had a loose grip, relying only on his fingers, which meant his power control was bound to be poor.
