Chapter 1076: Chapter 344: Roger First, Michael Second, Then the Rest
At this mont, Rick Carlisle is preparing to send in Ron Artest, who has rested for half a quarter.
Carlisle has no grudge against Jas. For him, it doesn’t matter whether it’s Jordan or Jas who makes it to the playoffs in eighth place.
But just like Big Ben and the live comntators said, the team can’t play the playoffs with this ntality.
He knocked on the tactical board and told Artest, “If you can’t even handle him, how do you expect to handle Paul Pierce from Indianapolis? Do you want us to lose the championship?”
“Enough, Rick, I’ll take care of him right away!”
After the tiout ended, Ron Artest took to the court, cursing under his breath.
On the first attack after returning, Artest’s awkward three-point shot clanged just like Jas’s.
Jas flashed a mocking smile, then sprinted forward for a direct counterattack.
Eric Snow received the ball and chose to throw a long pass directly to Jas. Artest, in a rush of emotions, jumped recklessly trying to intercept, but the ball just grazed his fingertips and ended up in Jas’s hands.
Big Ben on the bench clenched his fists: “That idiot is letting his emotions get the best of him again, damn it!”
This rash jump attempt made Artest miss the best opportunity to stop Jas. He could only chase as much as possible after landing and then grabbed Jas’s jersey with both hands as he jumped for the layup.
But Jas, despite being held back, still stubbornly scored the basket, and at the sa ti, the referee blew the whistle. Artest gave Jas a chance for a three-point play!
“Damn it, damn it! Take him off, Rick, I don’t want to watch anymore!” Big Ben roared from the bench.
Pistons fans booed loudly.
Artest roared angrily at the referee.
And LeBron Jas, this young man who finally could hold his head high, raised his arms and pointed to his back.
He wasn’t pointing at the na on the back of his jersey; he was pointing at the tattoo on his back: Chosen.1!
Jas looked at Artest, didn’t say anything, but that proud smile was like cursing Artest with the dirtiest language.
At this mont, Roger had just finished the last regular-season ga against the Warriors, having easily defeated the Utah Jazz.
Back in the locker room, Roger saw the Cavaliers and Pistons ga playing on the locker room TV.
When he saw the Pistons were actually trailing, he found it unbelievable.
These damn Detroit blue-collar workers always ss up during the regular season and then dominate the playoffs.
Can’t you put a little more thought into the regular season?
After that, Jas hit the free throw, and the Cleveland Cavaliers were leading by 7 points.
All of Cleveland was cheering for Jas. It’s never too late to be a hero.
Few people noticed that Ron Artest’s eyes had completely turned beastly.
Just as Jas made his celebratory move, Artest had already decided to show off the basketball skills he learned at Roger’s camp last sumr!
Pistons’ offense, Jas spread his arms wide in front of Artest. The energetic young man decided to mimic the adults and say sothing to drive his opponent crazy.
“Ron, thanks for showing the defending champion’s strength, I’m soaked with sweat.”
“Ball, give the ball, let teach this bastard a lesson!” Artest shouted angrily at Billups.
But Chauncey Billups isn’t the kind of point guard without his own opinion. He waved his hand, signaling Artest to calm down, then called for a pick and roll. In short, he didn’t respond to Artest.
This made Artest feel humiliated in front of a rookie.
Billups used the screen to break through and headed to the inside, facing the big Z guarding the basket with a high arching layup.
As one of the early pioneers of analytics-based basketball, Billups rarely took mid-range shots. Once he broke through, his target was often a direct attack on the basket.
Currently, big Z isn’t considered a particularly outstanding defensive player; his mobility is too poor.
However, his height is still a significant obstacle.
Billups’s bank shot bounced off the rim, giving the Cavaliers another chance to widen the lead.
But before big Z could jump for the rebound, he felt himself being roughly pushed aside by soone. Next, that guy jumped up to grab the ball and gently laid it in without waiting to land, successfully scoring on the putback.
It was Ron Artest, who had imdiately followed up when he saw Billups break through. As expected, Billups did not disappoint him.
After making the putback, Artest excitedly raised his arms and swung them hard.
This mont was filled with all the pent-up emotions he had throughout the ga!
However, this celebration move “accidentally” caused his elbow to hit LeBron Jas right in the chest.
I’ll show you what real basketball skills are!
“Bang!”
A loud noise, and Jas instantly felt excruciating pain, clutching his chest and squatted down.
Artest pretended to walk away nonchalantly, finally having an outlet for the new techniques he learned at Roger’s camp last sumr!
Seeing this, even Roger was stunned.
Wait a minute, could this be the disaster for ribs this ti…
Or maybe you could say, Ron Artest’s elbow finally landed on Jas.
After the referee’s whistle blew, Artest spread his hands innocently: “What? I was just celebrating.”
Jas got back on his feet, but the chest pain hadn’t subsided.
After a brief consultation with the team doctor, they decided to have LeBron Jas leave the court for a full-body checkup.
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