Things weren’t going so great for De’Aaron Fox in the first half of this game. He ended the half with two points (both on free throws) and two assists. Using the precepts of mathematics that have been handed down to us by probably Euclid or some other ancient Greek dude, Fox’s exrapolated statline for the game would be four points (all on free throws) and four assists. That’s the kind of statline that I expect Frank Mason or Yogi Ferrell to get. Not Fox. Fox is good this year, and as a result, I expect him to score good amounts of points. Not bad amounts of points.
There must have been some kind of Space-Jam-esque pep talk in the locker room at halftime, because Fox racked up 16 points and three assists in the third quarter, and the Kings were up by seven. The cynical part of me (which is most of me) could attribute this huge swing to the Bulls players’ incompetence and lack of skill (not to mention lack of coaching), but there’s a smaller part of me that also feels the urge to give credit where credit is due. And in this case, that credit mostly goes to Fox and Fox alone. He ate their asses up.