Chapter 395: Dead fat man with black stiff

Time: On the evening of May 13, 1998, 21:00.
Location: Auburn Hills Palace Stadium, Detroit, Michigan, USA.
Background: Decisive battle against Tianwang Mountain.
Ephraim came to the family area early, and she saw Hill's girlfriend Tamia.
"Ephraim, why don't you sit here? The position here is more forward." Tamia said with a smile.
Last year, Hill and Tamia had a Thanksgiving together at the Garryton Apartment. Although there was a hamper, it did not affect Ephraim and Tamia becoming friends.
Ephraim laughed: "It's too close to the front row, I'm afraid not to be distracted."
"Distracted?" Tamia had never considered this issue. She just wanted Hill to hear her voice.
Ephraim nodded and said: "Well, the most important thing during the game is to have no distractions. I hope to integrate with the audience at the scene, as if I were just an ordinary fan."
Tamia heard this for the first time. In memory, Hill seems to have said that she should not make too much noise at the scene.
He said it very gently, and Tamia didn't listen to it. Now, her cheering may not make Hill more motivated, but increases his pressure.
"You make sense." Tamia gave up the eye-catching first row of seats.
Players from both sides have entered the field to warm up.
Mo Mengchen tried a three-pointer outside.
The first goal was missed.
not feeling well.
At another angle, the second goal was also missed.
It's hard to say what kind of feeling it is, Mo Mengchen is not nervous, he just has no feel at all.
Can't find such a three-pointer in such an important game?
Mo Mengchen tried a few more points and finally got in, but it wasn't as smooth as usual. The more thrown, the more this kind of thing would happen.
Every month, there are always a few nights where I can't vote, and Mo Mengchen encounters this day on this crucial game day.
Hill is also warming up nervously, losing two consecutive games in Indiana, the big score equalized, the two sides returned to the same starting line, this game will result in the trend of the entire series.
The winning side will have match points in the next two games. This is a contested battle. All the energy and fighting spirit will be released tonight.
Suddenly, the scene lights dimmed.
The DJ released metal music and introduced the Pistons' starting player with a very loud voice.
Tonight, Fraser set Buckley back to the starting lineup.
The audience's voice overshadowed the waves, and everyone was very excited.
After introducing the starters and head coaches of both sides, the game is about to start.
The commentators sitting on the sidelines were also analyzing the possible changes and play styles on both sides.
Venier Johnson and Kenny Smith have become a pair of veritable partners. They are one of the Pistons’ meritorious fame, one is the Pistons’ retired veteran, plus heavyweight guest magician Johnson, tonight’s The commentary seat can be regarded as a shining star.
"Let Charles Barkley return to the starting lineup, indicating that the Pistons still have to play a combination of internal and external attacks."
"The last game has proved that the Pacers can't kill the Pacers by shooting outside."
The magician gave the ultimate answer in his mind: "Larry is a genius. He has super talent in many things. The Pistons need to be more careful. They are also rookie coaches. Larry is already an old coach."
The magician's commentary style is just a blow word. Today, the former enemy is standing on the field, and that doesn't blow him up.
Not so, why is it against his greatness?
Tonight, Chris Mullin returned to the starting lineup.
This is a surprising change. In the last game in Indiana, Bird boldly activated the No. 12 show of Austin Crowhill in 1997. This soft, big white man gave him a low position due to his height and physique. Hill is in trouble.
Clohill, who has 206 centimeters, proved that he not only has more words than Hill, but also has a better weight and body than the latter.
Tonight, Mullin played again, fans will not forget how Hill killed him in the first two games of the semifinals.
At the opening jump, all Pistons fans did not expect the result, because Ratliff will not win.
The result was the same, no one expected, even Ratliff gave up treatment.
Rick Schmidz jumped easily to the ball.
"Okay, come on!"
Miller ran excitedly, from the right three-point line to the left three-point line, and then shuttle back and forth.
He had about 18 seconds of running time with 24 seconds of offensive time, and the rest was back-and-forth running.
He never rests, nor does he feel tired. This is the first physical monster Mo Mengchen has seen to run Alan Houston like a pug and only knows to gasp.
Mark Jackson dribble one stop in the frontcourt, just about to organize, Mo Mengchen took the lead by taking advantage of home advantage.
"Foul!" Jackson yelled.
The referee on the touchline faced a numb face. He didn't seem to think that such a disrespect for the old and the young was a foul. He also felt that Jackson was a bit of a petty character, didn't he just touch you, as for yelling?
Mullin, who played against Hill, ran out to take the ball after this and relieved Jackson. Then, this seemingly incapacitated old man hit Hill with his skills.
After Mullin shot, the Pacers retired all over, they gave up offensive rebounds.
Including the shooter, Mullin, after the shot, he no matter whether the ball is advanced or not, he turns back.
The goal is scored.
2 to 0
"Withdraw quickly." Houston said.
Is it just fast?
Mo Mengchen didn't think so, this goal was scored, it was a good goal. If they don’t make it, they will definitely get defensive rebounds, and then? That's all.
The counterattack cannot be initiated because "withdrawal is fast."
The Pacers gave up their offensive rebounds in return. In return, the Pistons, who averaged 24 points per game with a fast-break counterattack, may not be able to hit several counterattacks tonight.
Byrd changes every game, and can be corrected according to the problems that occurred during the game, but Frauss does not have this ability.
At least for the time being, he has some creative initiatives and dares to stick to his ideas, but he has the common shortcomings of rookie coaches.
After ten seconds, Mo Mengchen fed the ball to Buckley.
Tonight Barkley is determined to prove himself. He averaged only 11 minutes in the previous four games, and even did not play in one game.
It was unacceptable for someone who could still get MVP five years ago.
Dale Davis felt Barkley's hot anger.
Barkley even elbowed up, hit Davis fiercely, and scored with a backhand layup.
"Dog mongrel, are you a back hit?" Davis thought he was fouled.
Barkley was as angry as ever. He looked back at Davis's man and scolded: "It's not a big move to hit the inside of your mother X! Go home and feed!"
"Is the three referees tonight invited from the underground boxing ring?" Smith yelled, "This is about to fight!"
"Microwave" Johnson laughed. "Relax, you can't beat it."
The magician said: "Yes, that is to say, it's just moving the mouth, it's all old fritters, I know the size."
As a result, half a minute later, Davis "boomed" when he was in the position and gave Buckley an elbow.
If it were not for the teammates of both parties to appear in the middle in time, the two men will definitely have a war of the century.
"Doggy stuff, you touch me again!" Buckley yelled.
Davis cried out with a red neck: "Do you think I dare?"
The referees, who are not afraid of serious matters, enter slowly, and their expressions seem to be disappointed because Barkley and Davis failed to fight.
But the punishment was very clear, and Davis, who actively dumped his elbow, was given a gentle and easy-going T.
Byrd stood indifferently, as long as he was not sent off, he could accept anything. After all, he was a player who played in the 1980s when he gave a punch in the face and was only courteously banned by the league. .
At that time, the NBA had just been saved by the black and white duo, and the league had no time to manage the stadium violence.
Today is different. Jordan brought the NBA to the world, so they abandoned the glorious tradition that has been handed down from ancient times, and aim to make the NBA a harmonious alliance with no smoke, no saliva, and no drugs/products.
For now, change is a failure, and guys like Barkley and Davis are the obstacles to Stern's reform plan.
Davis gave the Pistons two free throws and one throw.
Mo Mengchen, who had the highest free throw percentage, made two free throws.
4 to 2
On the fight, Barkley has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and has never been a loser. In order to help the boss of the family, Dr. J, he was a big bird standing on the sidelines at this time, and he was a rookie. Holding the big bird's hands, Dr. J would not let it go, and hit the bird's head with a hammer three times, then let out a bad breath.
Rookie Barkley has reached this level, and now there are people who dare to break ground on Tai Sui, can this kind of thing endure?
Flying pigs can't bear it, greet Mo Mengchen for the ball.
"Get me out of the pick-and-roll, you fat man!" Mo Mengchen saw that he had a bad chance and had to take the ball. His temper also came up, and he roared.
Barkley stepped forward in a gritty way, and then took it home, Mo Mengchen passed back.
"boom!"
Feeling bad is contagious, although Mo Mengchen didn't make a shot tonight.
"Who do you want to avenge on your feelings? Isn't it more pleasant to apply for a flight to the locker room?" Mo Mengchen mocked Barkley~EbookFREE.me~ Barkley's face was also terrible, no matter whether Mo Mengchen He can parry any mockery.
Just don't mention the ring.
"How can my feel compare with you? Don't ask so high."
The fat man patronized the chat and turned back to miss Davis.
Davis cut into the basket after covering, and played a beautiful air relay with Jackson in the penalty area.
"This is something you can never do!" Davis called and retreated.
Mo Mengchen ignored Barkley's surprise, threw the ball to Ratliff, and asked him to serve.
However, in ten seconds, Mo Mengchen tried to make a three-point shot from outside.
Miss.
It feels right, he really has no feeling tonight.