Karl-Anthony Towns · With the Knicks clawing their way back into the game, Karl-Anthony Towns calls his own number in the fourth quarter and buries one of the biggest shots of the night. Guarded tightly on the wing, Towns rises over his defender and lets it fly—absorbing contact midair and crashing to the floor as the ball arcs perfectly through the net. No foul called, no complaints needed. Just a cold-blooded triple from a big man with ice in his veins. The bench erupts. The Pacers flinch. The comeback is on. · State of Mint · State of Mint