Inside the NBA Crew Reacts: Celebrating Steph Curry’s Historic 3-Point Record

Studio J in Atlanta buzzed with energy on a night that would be forever etched in NBA history. As the Inside the NBA crew settled behind their iconic desk, there was a sense that something monumental was about to be discussed.

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Shaquille O’Neal leaned forward in his chair, towering even while seated. Kenny “The Jet” Smith was already gesturing, animated as ever, and Charles Barkley wore a grin that suggested he was ready to roast or rejoice—or both. Ernie Johnson, the steady hand at the helm, brought them into the segment.

“Welcome back to Studio J,” Ernie announced. “Tonight, we witnessed history. Steph Curry is now the NBA’s all-time leader in three-point field goals.”

A hush, almost reverent, fell over the group. Then, as always, the commentary flowed—candid, unscripted, and larger-than-life.

Kenny started off, still marveling at Curry’s composure. “You know, it wasn’t just about the record. There was all the pregame buzz—talking to Reggie, hugging his mom and dad, soaking in every single moment. Then, he goes out and still plays beautiful basketball. Most guys would crumble under that pressure. Not Steph.”

Shaq nodded, smiling at the memory of Curry’s seamless performance. “It’s like he made it look… ‘Stephertless,’” Shaq quipped, twisting the word into a compliment only a center could invent.

Kenny pounced on the moment, laughing. “Exactly! And look at the numbers—seven seasons with over 250 threes! Steph is on top, man. It’s insane.”

Charles, ever opinionated, chimed in with his trademark blend of humor and honesty. “Listen, we used to get yelled at just for taking a couple threes a night. Now a whole team might throw up fifty! I’m happy for Curry and his family, though. The man’s changed the game.”

Ernie added, “And the whole league was watching. LeBron flew to Texas to see it. Tom Brady and even Ben Stiller tweeted congrats… that’s how big this was.”

As video highlights rolled, showing Curry’s iconic shot at Madison Square Garden, the guys reflected on the impact. “There’s no place bigger to break a record,” Shaq said. “That’s the Mecca. And Steph did it his way.”

Charles, eyes twinkling, voiced a concern that only a veteran could truly understand. “I hope when he gets to 1,300 games, we look back and really appreciate this. ‘Cause when he’s done, that record might be untouchable. Unless someone comes along who shoots even more threes—though, I don’t think anyone will shoot it as great as him.”

Kenny countered, leaning in. “I disagree. I think someone could pass him one day. Not with better skill, but with more volume. The way the game is changing—teams are shooting 55 threes a game!”

Shaq let out a deep laugh, shaking his head. “Man, I hope not! I don’t like analytics anyway. I want great shooters—like Steph, Klay, Harden—taking the shots. But now, everybody wants to chuck it from deep. Charles is right. There’s a lot of guys out here jacking up threes who shouldn’t be.”

“Bums!” Charles interjected, always blunt. “We got bums taking threes, man. Everybody’s not a great shooter. Please stop!”

The crew chuckled, but there was truth beneath the banter. They reminisced about earlier eras, when Ray Allen hoisted just fifteen threes in a game for his record-breaking nights and how Curry, in a different era, had already surpassed that multiple times.

“Sometimes, the numbers are just wild,” Ernie mused, reading out the stats. “Ray Allen took fifteen in a game for his career best, Steph’s done that four times already. The game’s changed.”

Kenny nodded. “It’s not just about being a great shooter now—it’s about the green light. Teams, young guys, they all go hunting threes.”

“But that’s the Steph effect,” Ernie concluded. “He made it possible. He made it cool. He made it unstoppable.”

As the laughter and light-hearted arguments faded, a sense of awe settled in. Even these legends—Titans of basketball, Hall of Famers each—were in agreement on one thing: Steph Curry had changed the league forever.

Charles barked one last wry comment, drawing another wave of laughter. “When your eyes are 65 years old, things look different. These guys out there now—man, the game ain’t what it used to be. But you gotta give Steph his due. The man is special.”

In the end, the segment wasn’t just about numbers on a stat sheet, or even the record itself. It was about reverence for greatness, appreciation for evolution, and the realization that, every so often, a player comes along who rewrites the rules.

Inside the NBA had seen many legends grace the hardwood. But on this night, as millions watched Curry soar into immortality, the studio legends tipped their hats from afar—respecting not just the record, but the revolution Steph Curry sparked, with every three-point bomb he unleashed.

And as the lights dimmed, the laughter faded, and the crew prepared for their next debate, one thing was certain: No one who heard their honest, unscripted reactions would forget the passion and pride they carried for the game they loved, nor the player who had just changed it forever.