In which eight Wives And GirlfriendS of eastern conference NBA players open the doors to their drama filled realities. Why not step inside?
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620 Atlantic Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11217 • Storm vs Liberty.
Zwena was pissed. It was a close game, the Liberty leading by just three points. Being a prolific shooter, Zwena was the one to trust with this game. Shooting 75% from 22 feet, she led the league but coach Hughes decided her time on the floor was done for the night. After halftime Zwena was given the Sabrina Ionescu assignment, which seems to have turned her into Allen Iverson crossing Zwena up every chance she got.
Not one to take embarrassment lightly, Zwena turned her game up trapping Ionescu in jail every time she had the ball. Ignoring all the plays coach Hughes had drawn up, Zwena took every chance to get a steal and easy fast-break points. On top of that, much to coach Hughes' displeasure, she had stopped passing the ball entirely.
Hughes knew. He knew they needed Zwena to win this game but he wouldn't let her get away with selfish gameplay. Seated in a huddle, the players all listened intently as the timeout clock slowly ran out. As each second went by, Zwena got angrier and angrier.
"Coach, come on. You know I can take us into overtime." Zwena pleads, her argument falling to deaf ears.
"No, Tunzi. Samuelson, you're taking the shot, got it?" Katie Lou Samuelson, the 6'3 forward, nods taking a look at the play again. She too was a good three-point shooter but Zwena was better.
Candice Dupree was to inbound the ball to Sue Bird who would then take it up and pass it to Breanna Stewart. Breanna would then drive into the arc attracting New York's defence before kicking it out to an open Katie Lou Samuelson. However, nothing went right. On the inbound, Sami Whitcomb steals the ball passing it to Ionescu who dribbled out the game clock.
Stuck on the bench when her team needed her most, Zwena ends with 28 points on top of a franchise-record 7 steals in one quarter. Zwena couldn't care less about her record-setting, they still lost a game she could've won for them.
Going into the locker room Zwena receives many praises on her performance each earning a half-smile from her.
"Tunzi can I speak to you for a minute?" The locker room of women falls silent each of Zwena's steps getting louder and louder the closer she got to the doors. "I sense you're upset about the way the game ended."
"Everyone is. If anyone in that room is happy about an L they don't deserve to be here. I should've been in the game, coach." Zwena rants to a visibly annoyed Hughes.
"Okay, since you know so much, what would you have done differently?" Hughes questions crossing his arms at his chest waiting for her 'wisdom'.
"Well for starters have me in the game. And Sue should've been the one to inbound the ball to Dupree, she's a much better passer and she's been in the league longer so she knows how to handle these situations. Then Dupree gets the ball back to Sue and the original play follows suit only ending with me taking a game tieing shot." Confidently, Zwena voices a play she thought up right after they lost. Hughes couldn't argue with her on that. She was right, but he wasn't going to give her the pleasure of knowing that.
