Ben Taylor relied on his massive strength to gradually move toward the paint. Harry Lane did his best to wall him off, his right hand constantly flickering to interfere with the ball. Although Harry had an impressive wingspan, Ben controlled the space between them with veteran precision.
The interference was ineffective, leaving Harry with no choice but to dig in. He kept racking his brain: how would Ben finish the play? A hook shot?
A power dunk?
Maybe more fakes to bait him into the air before a layup?
Or a step-back jumper?
Ben Taylor had so many ways to score that only he knew what was coming.
On the sidelines, George Miller praised him. "Ben’s low-post game is getting sharper. He’s been putting in the work; looks like he’s ready for the draft."
Coach Griffin nodded. "Judging by
