Wednesday, 10 a.m. – FenrirTech Arena, home of the Demerra Hounds.
The Roarers were already on the floor, easing into light sets and tactical walkthroughs. Darius had just begun serving his suspension and didn't travel with the team, so Coach Crawford had Ryan running handoffs with Lin and 1-5 pick-and-rolls with Malik.
The team split into two squads: starters ran as Unit 1, while reserves formed Unit 2. They practiced half-court sets, with Unit 1 executing the offense and Unit 2 providing defensive coverage.
Fifteen minutes in, after a quick water break, Crawford gave his clipboard a tap.
"Switch it up—Sloan, take Ryan's spot."
Sloan, who'd been running with the second unit, blinked. "Me? At point?"
Stanley looked up too—confused. He usually rotated through 1, 2, and 3. Sloan? Strictly 3, 4, sometimes small-ball 5.
Crawford's glare silenced questions."Move. I'm not senile enough to mix up names."
