Roares Bench.
Malik shook his head, grinning. "Damn. Never seen Gibson play with this much fire before."
Ryan nudged him, nodding toward Gibson's son, who was now waving the poster board wildly. "Look."
Malik followed his gaze and chuckled. "Oh. That explains it."
On the court, Gibson sank the free throw.
6-3.
From there, with Gibson leading the charge, the Roares clawed their way back, while Milton's shooting cooled off slightly.
Then, with 5:15 left on the clock, Gibson pulled up from deep—nothing but net.
Bullets 17–14.
Timeout, Bullets.
Ryan whistled low. "Gibson's hitting threes now?"
Malik shrugged. "Actually leads the team in three-point percentage."
"Wait—what?"
Ryan waited for more, but Malik left it there. Whatever. Fine. I'll ask Kamara.
As the starters subbed back in, Coach Crawford called out the next rotation: Ryan, Lin, Kamara, Gibson, Sloan. No new plays—just ride the rhythm.
Ryan leaned over to Kamara.
