Roy felt nauseated. He took a couple of deep breaths and tried to think good thoughts in an effort to fight off his queasy stomach. But before the quarter ended, he had reached his breaking point.
He had to throw up.
Roy darted off the bench and headed into the Blazers' locker room, where he dry-heaved twice inside a bathroom stall.
"And I hate to throw up," Roy said. "I hadn't eaten anything for the last two days, so I couldn't get anything out."
I mean can this guy do anymore then he is doing???? he had to throw up then led the blazers to victory.... my god man