Chapter 341: The Good Guy.
After getting blocked by Han Sen on back-to-back possessions, Kyrie finally played it safe.
When the Bulls pushed the ball back up the court, he quickly passed to Butler.
Kyrie had come out aggressive, but now? It was like he was hesitating—like he had declared all-out war but wasn't sure if he wanted to fight.
Butler took advantage of a Gasol screen, got into the paint, and used a pump fake to draw a foul on Jokić.
When it came to talent, Butler was one of the least gifted NBA stars.
A 6'7" (2.01m) frame with a 6'7" (2.01m) wingspan, lacking elite athleticism—his game wasn't built on physical dominance.
His shooting? Streaky. His driving ability? Decent, but not elite. Even his signature mid-range wasn't at a superstar level due to his physical limitations.
And yet, he had made it.
Why?
First, his work ethic. Butler had endured one of the roughest childhoods imaginable. A lot of NBA players grew up without a father, but how many got kicked out by their own mother? If he hadn't found a family willing to take him in, he might've been homeless.
That experience made him relentless.