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... um powder tossing dates back a long time.

Jordan used to like tossing magnesium powder at the scorer's table, covering the commentators and the statisticians in the dust.

Back then, commentators would wear masks and gas masks to counteract his teasing, which was an amusing pre-game episode.

After Jordan, Kevin Garnett also enjoyed coating his hands with magnesium powder and clapping forcefully, playing tricks on the technicians in front of him, and sometimes even raising ...

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