The ball was there to be taken, but the troubled Sunny team kept denying Giannis Antetokounmpo who belonged to him. First Devin Booker, then Mikal Bridges and finally Cam Johnson and Jae Crowder - an annoying, burning arm and palms and fingers - until Giannis was enough.



He kicked the ball at Johnson, jumped up and slammed it into the edge of the foul, fitted the entire left fist pump and folded.

It was just one basket out of 14 Antetokounmpo on Sunday, a third-quarter consecutive draw that saw the Bucks win 120-100 in Game 3 Final. But again, that was all. It was an explosion of great determination, an obvious refusal to give one inch or one thing - or an opportunity to make this Final a real series.

For three straight days, the Bucks were supposed to roll 2-0, between the announcement of the Sun's rise and rekindling doubts about the Bucks' total weakness. Losing Sunday would have successfully ended the series, and it has fueled that doubt. About the supporting characters are very soft. About Antetokounmpo being more Robin than Batman (more Pippen than Jordan, etc., nauseum ad). Regarding his two MVP awards, the suspect.