Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters Chapter 694 694 486 Durant Doesnt Want to Be Durant

Chapter 694: Chapter 486: Durant Doesn’t Want to Be Durant Anymore (Combined) Chapter 694: Chapter 486: Durant Doesn’t Want to Be Durant Anymore (Combined) The boos at the Staples Center were deafening, with Los Angeles’s dissatisfaction toward Ron Artest quickly escalating over a short period.

So were also blaming Phil Jackson, believing that Jackson’s decision to keep Artest on the floor at the crucial mont had dood the Lakers.

“Luckily, it’s just a regular season ga. If this had happened in the finals, what a disaster would that have been?” Joe Lago, a renowned writer from Los Angeles, wrote on Twitter.

The disaster caused by Artest made Jas’s triple-double and Kobe’s 36 points, 5 rebounds, and 4 assists ultimately serve as rely a backdrop to Fei’s 45 points, 14 rebounds, and 13 assists—the major triple-double.

Moreover, for Jas’s camp, what was even more unacceptable was that Jas’s losing streak to Fei had continued from Cleveland to Los Angeles.

Tonight marked the twenty-ninth ti Jas had lost to Fei in six years.

“Given that the Supersonics’ lineup wasn’t complete, with their core center Chris Bosh out due to injury, this defeat is a significant blow to the Lakers,” said Doug Collins, “because they were the stronger side in terms of absolute strength.”

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However, the rhetoric of “Tonight’s Supersonics winning against the odds” was dismissed by Fei.

“KD’s strength has been underestimated, and that is why the Lakers lost,” said Fei, “Their focus was all on , but after tonight, they probably won’t let KD launch such easy attacks again.”

Although Fei wished Durant, who scored 33 points tonight, to share the glory of victory with him.

But the power of narrative was in the hands of the dia.

The ESPN journalist interviewing Fei then asked, “This is your twenty-ninth consecutive victory over LeBron, how does tonight differ from the previous twenty-eight wins?”

“No difference,” Fei said lightly and sarcastically, “LeBron just dodged his responsibilities as usual when tasks beca demanding.”

“Are you referring to the final pass?”

“Exactly, I guess many will bla Ron for it, but I think, even Ron himself wouldn’t have expected to end up as the last shooter in such a critical ga,” Fei said, hardly able to suppress a laugh, “You have number 23 and 24, and you let Ron Artest make the final shot? What do you expect from him?”

“So, the question should be — why did he pass?” Fei asked with a laugh, “Was DJ’s defense that terrifying? Or was he worried about overshadowing Kobe? I don’t know the answer, you would have to ask him yourself.”

Interestingly, Artest’s response to the final shot was almost identical to Fei’s version.

“I had the lowest three-point shooting percentage on the court,” said Artest, seemingly distracted, “We had no tiouts, and the ball was in LeBron’s hands…I didn’t think he would pass.”

To the journalists, this statent had dual implications.

One was Artest expressing dissatisfaction with Jas passing to him at the last mont; a superstar should dominate the ga himself.

Another is perfectly in line with the journalistic structure of interviews.

“I didn’t think he would pass,” you think? You thought he wouldn’t, so you weren’t ready to catch and shoot from the beginning, which ans you weren’t ready. In other words, you an you weren’t prepared at that ti?

For journalists, there’s no multiple choice.

They will question Jas’s choice to pass at the crucial mont on one hand, and on the other, they will sensationalize Artest’s remarks, portraying him as a player lacking professionalism.

Artest, unfamiliar with the dia’s roundabout ways, just wanted to get back to the locker room.

When he returned to the locker room, everyone was looking at him.

So wanted to know what he was thinking at the final mont, but no one voiced it out loud.

Artest picked up his laptop and headed to the shower.

Gradually, the team mbers took their positions.

“Where’s Ron?!” Kobe ca in, “Where is that mongrel?!”

Tonight’s ga, at its peak, drew nearly twenty million viewers, with even more international viewers, and here at their ho court, the Lakers had a chance for a winning shot at the final mont, yet were thoroughly blocked by Fei. As if that weren’t enough, Artest, given a clear shot, made the dumbest offensive choice.

This infuriated Kobe beyond asure.

“He’s in the shower,” soone said.

So, Kobe stord into the shower, banging hard on the door.

“It’s not locked.”

From inside, ca Artest’s leisurely response.

Kobe directly opened the door, and what he saw made his brain short-circuit.

Artest was not showering; he had placed his laptop in the compartnt and was watching a Western adult movie.

On the screen, a blond MILF playing a doctor was getting intimate with a bald stud.

“What is this?”

Kobe asked.

Artest seed not to hear, totally engrossed in it.

If only he had this level of focus on the court…

“What are you watching?” Kobe asked, hardly containing his anger.

“Julia Ann’s new film,” Artest replied with enjoynt, “Her outfit in it is just crazy!”

This man had just ssed up the most important regular season ga of the season, and as undeniably the culprit, he had detached from the ga state the mont it ended.

No, Kobe suspected he had been thinking about this damn movie even during the ga.

Kobe’s rage could no longer be contained: “Turn that damn thing off! You blockhead! Do you realize if you had made that last shot, a hundred Julia Anns would be fighting to get to your bed first???”