Can’t Save You Now.

Spoelstra shook his head helplessly, mirroring Popovich's earlier frustration.

Han Sen wasn't just passing the ball now—he was gladly dishing it out, making double teams ineffective against him.

But one-on-one? Han Sen went straight at LeBron every time.

The Heat kept control since the Grizzlies, missing Randolph, lacked their usual inside dominance and couldn't force Miami back into a regular lineup.

The teams seemed evenly matched.

Indeed, despite some disruption from Battier on James's post-up game, LeBron could still set up pick-and-rolls and took advantage of Rudy Gay.

Both sides traded baskets, with the lead going back and forth.

When the substitutes took the floor, Han Sen took a rest, leaving Gay to lead the Grizzlies.

Meanwhile, LeBron stayed on the court without showing a hint of exhaustion.

This was strange, but it made sense since LeBron's style had changed—fewer energy-draining drives, more post-up mismatches, avoiding heavy body contact.

Gay looked like an SUV meeting a tank, clearly outmatched.

By the end of the first quarter, the Heat led 28-22.

Han Sen suited up for the start of the second.

After last season's playoffs, he was no stranger to the staggered sub strategy.

Faried, the Grizzlies' rookie 22nd pick, joined him on the court for his regular-season debut.

The lineup:

Heat: Norris Cole, Mike Miller, James Jones, LeBron James, Udonis Haslem

Grizzlies: Jordan Crawford, Tony Allen, Han Sen, James Johnson, Kenneth Faried

LeBron posted up Crawford, drawing the double team before dishing it out to Miller, whose shot clanged off the rim thanks to Han's timely contest.

This Heat lineup was even more aggressive than their starters, basically running a "one-star-four-shooters" scheme, while the Grizzlies were in a more defensive setup.

Johnson grabbed the defensive board, immediately swinging it to Han.

Han grabbed the ball and sprinted down the court, blew past Cole, and dunked with one hand.

The Heat's fast breaks were lethal, but Han's drive was just as quick.

LeBron continued to attack Crawford, quickly spinning out of the double team and slipping into the paint.

He squared up against Faried, ready to show off with a trademark tomahawk dunk, the kind that rookies usually freeze in awe of.

But he quickly realized his mistake—Faried didn't flinch; instead, he went up, even higher.

LeBron tried to evade, but Faried pressed on, hand chasing the ball relentlessly.

With no shot option, LeBron landed and took another step for a layup.

The refs didn't call it.

Joerger was spinning his fingers in the air, shouting for a travel.

Conley and Battier were also miming calls, but the refs let it go—just another perk for Nike's golden boy.

LeBron, thinking he'd scored, smirked.

Then—BAM!

The arena gasped as Faried smacked the ball off the glass from behind.

Faried was more than just a leaper; his speed was something else.

In the locker room, it was clear he had grit, maybe even a chip on his shoulder.

With the Grizzlies' deep frontcourt, he hadn't cracked the rotation until Randolph's injury gave him this shot. Now, he was ready to prove himself.

Faried wasn't here to worry about LeBron's travel—he was here to send a message.

With LeBron still recovering from the block, Faried grabbed the board and tossed it to Han, who whipped it out to Crawford beyond the three-point line.

Crawford glided down for an impressive layup, only to see it spin out.

But moments later, fans gasped as a figure leapt out of nowhere for a follow-up dunk.

It was Faried again, like he'd teleported across the court!

Even Han had to nod in approval, watching Faried sprint down the floor at breakneck speed. 'Not bad, Manimal,' he thought.

Spoelstra had to put Wade in, taking LeBron off to cool things down.

The Grizzlies' back-to-back fast breaks stung—beating Miami at their own game.

With Wade fresh and focused, the Heat stabilized.

Just before halftime, Conley's buzzer-beating three put the Grizzlies up 51-50.

Before the game, LeBron said the Heat "don't know how to lose," but the Grizzlies landed the first blow.

Han Sen had 14 points, 3 rebounds, and 8 assists at the half, setting a new personal assist record.

In the second half, Spoelstra didn't adjust the lineup but altered the defense, allowing Han some isolation.

Clearly, Han's playmaking forced them into a change.

Han's first three-pointer missed—his shot wasn't falling from deep tonight.

So he drove inside more.

Miami's small-ball lineup couldn't match up, and he slipped past Bosh for an explosive dunk.

His off-season conditioning was paying off; leaner and faster, his drives were lethal.

Though he only added 1 assist in the third, he dropped 12 points.

By the end of the third quarter, the game was tied at 76.

To open the fourth, Han took a break on the bench.

The camera showed his stats: 26 points, 5 rebounds, and 9 assists on 10-for-18 shooting. If his three-point shot was on, he'd already be over 30.

But it was his leadership that kept the Grizzlies on equal footing with Miami.

Four minutes into the fourth, Wade led the Heat on a run.

When the starters returned, Miami was up 86-80.

Han drove in, saw no double team, and scored with a floater.

Wade returned with a slick move of his own, banking it in.

The game turned into a shootout between Han and Wade, the score gap holding at 5 points.

Han felt something heavy in his chest.

Not because of the score—but Wade.

It was crunch time, and the Heat's offense suddenly became all Wade.

It felt like LeBron was holding back, letting Wade do the heavy lifting to close it out.

Han, as Wade's friend, couldn't shake his frustration.

With two and a half minutes left, Miami led 100-94.

Grizzlies' ball, Han set a screen, then darted around for a pull-up jumper over LeBron.

"Remember what I said back in Cleveland?" Han called out. "I called you the most complete player, man. I didn't mean playin' like Pippen."

On defense, he switched to guard LeBron, continuing his jab: "How'd anyone buy that? You're desperate to be compared to Michael!"

LeBron's face turned red, like a wound was exposed.

But instead of taking the ball, he left it to Wade.

With all the Finals drama in his past, LeBron's skin had grown thicker.

Wade's drive came up short, blocked by Han.

Han took it back upcourt, targeting LeBron with another jumper. "Mike'd lose his lunch if he knew you called him your idol."

LeBron stayed quiet, immune to the taunts.

Wade cut inside, nearly stumbling from a hard foul, drawing free throws to keep Miami up by 4.

Miami adjusted, double-teaming Han again.

Han found Marc Gasol, then cut inside and Gasol handed it right back.

Han took off, dunking with one hand, looking down on LeBron. "Your 'All-Defense' title's a joke, man. My grandma's faster than you!"

Spoelstra called a timeout with a minute left, the Heat up 102-100.

Han sat on the bench until Rudy Gay pulled him up, pointing to the Heat's side.

Han looked up, realizing the Heat bench was in chaos!

LeBron was yelling at Spoelstra, and Haslem tried to intervene, only to get brushed off, causing a confrontation.

Han's trash talk had struck a nerve after all.

When play resumed, LeBron held the ball.

Exactly as Han anticipated.

After asserting his dominance over Wade, this was just like Cleveland again.

Han switched onto LeBron, who opted to post up.

He matched LeBron's strength, then slyly gave him a bit of room—enough for a steal.

Han bolted for a fast break, Wade in pursuit, but Han sealed it with a thunderous dunk.

With 30 seconds left, the score was tied at 102!

Spoelstra called another timeout.

This time, there was no arguing on the Heat's bench. LeBron was breathing heavily, but everything was dead quiet.

Coming back from the timeout, the Heat spread the floor.

Wade had the ball for an iso play, facing Han Sen's defense. He executed a tough spin move and tossed up a high-arcing floater.

The ball flew over Han Sen's fingertips, kissed off the glass, and dropped into the net.

Wade had nailed that high-difficulty shot, leaving only 10 seconds on the clock.

The American Airlines Arena erupted.

Seeing the shot go in, LeBron, exhilarated, rushed over to Wade and celebrated with an intense chest bump.

If they lost this game, LeBron would've been the one taking the blame, especially after bragging pre-game that he "couldn't see a way to lose."

But Wade had just changed everything.

"LeBron and Wade join forces to take down the Grizzlies." Windhorst could hardly wait to write that headline.

Joerger was about to call a timeout, but Han Sen waved him off.

The Grizzlies inbounded from the backcourt, and Han pushed the ball up fast, advancing into the frontcourt.

No one saw it coming—the Heat scrambled into a rushed transition defense, with everyone grabbing the nearest player.

This sudden move put LeBron right in front of Han.

With Miami's defense spread out and unprepared, LeBron had no help, forced into a one-on-one with Han.

Han dribbled quickly to the right side, just beyond the three-point line, and faked a drive before stepping back for a pull-up three.

With five seconds left, down by two, this choice felt reckless.

But Han took the shot anyway.

The fans held their breath, hearts pounding.

It was a wild shot, but this was Han Sen, the finisher LeBron had handpicked.

LeBron couldn't have predicted it, and only managed to lunge forward, barely disrupting Han's view.

The ball sailed over LeBron's head, arching toward the hoop.

Perfect rhythm.

Solid backspin.

Laser-straight trajectory.

Despite the stop-and-shoot, that shot was as steady as a bullet train!

Swish!

The ball cut through the hoop like a missile.

The American Airlines Arena fell silent, turning into the Miami Public Library.

And the worst part? The Heat were out of timeouts, leaving LeBron to hastily toss the ball to Wade in the backcourt.

Wade dashed across half-court and fired a desperation three over Han.

But under Han's pressure, it veered way off, not even touching the rim.

As the buzzer sounded, it was over.

105 to 104, the Grizzlies took the win!

Landing back on his feet, Han exhaled everything he'd been holding back, looking straight at Wade and then shouting to LeBron just a few feet away:

"D-Wade can't save you!"