Chapter 879: 291: You must take the initiative and spare no effort to serve the King in order to receive rewards (please vote for the monthly ticket)_3
It’s very common for the Black community to stick together for warmth, because everyone is a child of a poor family. In a chaotic community, if people don’t help each other, it’s easy to end up dead on the street.
That’s why AI always has people to support, because when he was in prison, it was his group of good brothers who helped take care of his family.
So after he entered the NBA, he made a promise: “No matter where I go in the future, everyone follows. Whatever I eat, everyone eats.”
This promise has already begun to put pressure on AI, and in the future, it will continue to drag him down, yet he continues to fulfill it.
Stephen Jackson is also such a person. When he gained fa in high school, his buddies would drive him to gas every day, protecting him and his family, keeping him away from cri and trouble.
In short, when his close friends want to party for a night in Atlanta, Stephen Jackson cannot say no.
Upon arriving at Emory Healthcare Center today, Stephen Jackson quickly changed his clothes and ran to the basketball court, thinking he would blend into the crowd without being noticed.
But as soon as he ran onto the court, he had an awkward eye contact with Roger.
Stephen Jackson covered his head, forcing a smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t an it, but yesterday… it’s all my damn good friend George Floyd’s fault. He got drunk and insisted on seeing if Atlanta’s police would pin him down until he suffocated just because he’s Black. He drank too much, I had to take him ho, so… I promise it won’t happen again!”
Stephen Jackson tried every way to justify his tardiness, thinking Roger would harshly reprimand him.
But Roger just nodded: “Oh.”
Then he walked away and continued training.
Stephen Jackson was really only interested in the na George Floyd from that conversation. He better not think too well of Atlanta’s police; they really would do that.
Stephen Jackson was sowhat puzzled, why is Roger different from the rumors?
The whole day, Stephen Jackson was very, very careful. He put all his effort into the training, being the most diligent on the team in shuttle runs, and even in a practice ga, he fully defended Paul Pierce.
He tried to perform to compensate for his tardiness, fearing to offend Roger.
But Roger, just like before, completely ignored him.
The whole day, they said not a word to each other.
Stephen Jackson found it strange, what happened? Did Tim Duncan possess Roger?
After a few days, Stephen Jackson began to realize sothing was wrong.
Even Tyronn Lue, who isn’t cool at all and during practice does nothing but pass to Roger, was already getting along well with Roger.
Yet there was still a strong sense of distance between Stephen Jackson and Roger.
Besides being late that day, Stephen Jackson believed he hadn’t done anything wrong.
He hated this feeling, hated being kept at a distance.
In a collective, nobody wants to be neglected by the leader.
So after today’s training, Stephen Jackson took the initiative to go to Roger’s locker: “Roger.”
“Stephen.”
“Sorry for being late the other day.”
“Oh, you’ve already apologized.” Roger still seed uninterested in talking to him.
“Hey, if you want to beat up, then beat up. If you think I’m wrong, then scold harshly. I’d rather you use violence than go through this cold shoulder again! You can’t isolate in the locker room!”
Stephen Jackson’s shout brought the entire locker room to silence. Andrae Patterson rushed out of the shower with a baton and pushed Jackson away.
Before this, everyone knew Stephen Jackson was a troublemaker, so Andrae Patterson was always wary of him.
If soone wanted to challenge Roger in this locker room, they first had to challenge Patterson’s fists.
Roger handed Andrae Patterson a towel: “It’s okay, buddy, block them quickly, the reporters are about to co in.”
Stephen Jackson still stared at Roger, but Roger started changing his clothes, still acting superior.
Actually, Stephen Jackson is soone who’s willing to work hard, no fool would squander hard-won opportunities to play basketball.
He wandered through 17 overseas teams, discovering those countries were even freer than the Beacon of Freedom.
In Dominica, when he dined at restaurants, he’d see custors openly brandishing guns. In Venezuela, just after getting out of a taxi, a man jumped to his death right in front of him.
In comparison, the United States’ public order is considered good.
So he didn’t want to roam anymore; he definitely wanted to solidify his place in the NBA.
Last season, people thought Stephen Jackson didn’t cherish his opportunity because the first big brother he t led him astray.
For a young man from a small town, New Jersey was simply a big lting pot, with lights and colors overwhelming him. The key thing was, the team leader, Stephon Marbury, would call Jackson every night inviting him out to play and pay the whole bill.
How could a few small-town youths resist such temptation?
The team leader’s relaxation, combined with the laid-back atmosphere of the Nets, caused Stephen Jackson to also slack off.
When he found out the Brooklyn Nets wouldn’t renew his contract, he almost wanted to go back and strangle himself in the past.
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