But his scoring was like scratching an itch for Magic's defense; it couldn't inflict any substantial blow.
Grant Hill was perhaps too selfless. The people of Detroit expected him to take control of the game, but he didn't. He constantly passed the ball after breaking through, finding Webber, finding Allan Houston.
In the decisive third game, Grant Hill only shot eight times.
Time and time again, he passed the ball to Webber and Houston, and the Pistons fans watched as these two stars missed shot after shot from beyond the three-point line.
Grant Hill is a gentleman, a perfect citizen. He played the most reasonable basketball, selflessly devoted.
But he is not the kind of maniac who is obsessed with victory at all costs; such a character is doomed to not go far in the playoffs.
Many people often say, if Grant Hill had not been injured, with his talent, he might really have become the next MJ, might have won many championships.
Such statements are ludicrous.