583: 209: No matter how many tis it is said, it’s all the sa!
(Asking for monthly tickets!)_3 583: 209: No matter how many tis it is said, it’s all the sa!
(Asking for monthly tickets!)_3 Truce?
I’m the fucking best in the world among the seconds!
The next day, the Eastern Conference Finals G1 was about to tip off.
Outside the Georgia Do, fans had already assembled five hours before the ga started, and each one, just like in a promotional video, hooked each other’s shoulders and sang and danced in the plaza outside the stadium.
The aerial shots from helicopters captured this spectacular scene; the basketball atmosphere in Atlanta had never been better.
Watching the aerial footage, Bob Costas in the NBC studio began to warm up for the ga, “Over the past few months, it has been a ti of sorrow for Atlantans.
The Warriors and the Falcons have both drawn a lot of attention but have both brought back the worst results.
No team has had the last laugh, and many dia outlets have referred to it as the Atlanta curse.
Can the Hawks break the curse this ti?
The eyes of the entire state of Georgia are focused on this round of gas!”
In the physiotherapy room of the locker room, Roger was enjoying a massage, relaxing his muscles.
Pippen walked in, lay down on the bed, and received electrotherapy on his back.
This device could relieve back pain, but the treatnt process itself was very painful.
Of course, if the electrical power was adjusted to an appropriate range, the pain wouldn’t be so pronounced.
Roger glanced at Pippen and asked casually, “Can you still hold up?”
“Don’t insult , I’m a man too.
Do you think I would abandon the fans gathering outside the arena?
Leave my teammates?”
“Well said.
If you were like this in Chicago, we might have gotten along very well.”
“Enough about Chicago.”
“I thought you missed it, after all, that’s where you made your mark.”
“Not anymore.
My glory is here now, in Atlanta.
Don’t worry about ; I will support you fully to the top.
Whether as a savior or for a personal dynasty, I will give you my full support.”
Seeing Pippen so earnest, Roger’s mischievous side ca out, “Hey, rember the four conditions you laid out for last sumr?
Wanna say them again?”
“I’ll say them as many tis as necessary!
First, just keep your distance from Larsa, no negatives!
Second, dual captaincy, only I get to be your second in command!
Third, we split ball-handling duties, you take the shots, I take the rebounds!
Fourth, watch your tone when speaking to .
If you’re too polite, I’ll think sothing’s wrong with our relationship!”
Roger didn’t expect Pippen to answer like this, and for the first ti, he realized how high Pippen’s emotional intelligence was: “Hahahaha, you have a bad mory, Scott.”
“Really?
I rember that’s exactly what I said.”
Just then, an assistant coach pushed open the physiotherapy room’s door: “Scott, Roger, two minutes left, Lenny is about to start the pre-ga strategy session.”
“OK, we’re coming out,” Roger replied.
Both n put on their clothes and stood up, ready to leave the physiotherapy room, when Pippen grabbed Roger’s wrist.
“Leave Reggie Miller to , you just focus on annihilating those bastards with firepower.”
The Hawks lost to the Pacers twice in the regular season because Roger was fully committed to defending the slippery Reggie Miller, which in turn dragged down his own offense.
The kind of 50 10 performance from their first encounter wasn’t sothing that could be replicated at any ti.
“Reggie is tough to handle.”
“I’m not easy to handle either.
This is my seventh consecutive year making the All-Defensive First Team, Roger.
You know, even you only made the All-Defensive Second Team this year.”
“No objections from , let’s see what Lenny says.”
“Fine, I’ll tell him myself later.”
Half an hour later, the Hawks players appeared in the extraordinarily lively arena.
The entire stand felt oppressive because the fans were all wearing the “One team, one city, one goal” T-shirts.
It was as if a giant black wave was about to crash down.
As the starting players gathered, Reggie Miller, ever the provocateur, said, “Roger, we are your Atlanta curse.”
But it wasn’t Roger who responded to Miller, it was Pippen: “Mortal, don’t bother a god!”
“Get lost with your bull terrier attitude.”
“No, I’ll clamp onto you like trash that won’t let go.”
Pippen’s gaze locked onto Reggie Miller.
Once a bull terrier bites onto its opponent’s neck, it never lets go, even if it gets beaten to death, it won’t back down.
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