Chapter 36: The love-hate relationship that the Knicks and the Pacers have to say
At the end of May, the Knicks came as far away as Indiana, and the Eastern Conference Finals were about to begin. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
This series has become a fateful duel under the rendering of the media. In fact, it's not a media huddle, the grievances between the Pacers and the Knicks have lingered for a long time, and there are almost only a few teams in the Eastern Conference playoffs from the late 80s to the 90s, even if there is an occasional decline, they will come back soon, and they don't know how many times they have played each other.
This time, the two sides will look good because the two sides are entangled and unclear.
In the Pacers, Mark Jackson, Sam Perkins, Chris Mullin, and Rick Schmitz are all considered New Yorkers. In the Pacers, one is the home point guard, the league's top playmaker, and the assists list; One is the legendary shooter, the second point of attack of the Pacers, the king of the warriors of the year, God's left hand, and Ewing entered the league in the same year; There is one left, and the origin is even bigger, in the 84 draft, he was between God and Fliggy, and was selected by the Dallas Mavericks, to some extent, another parallel import, in fact, it can't be said to be a parallel import, but there were too many fierce people around him in the draft in the same year, so it seems that he is too weak, and he is actually a qualified center; And the last Rick Schmitz, last year's All-Star center, he was a Dutchman, later went to college in New York, and then entered the league and was selected by the Pacers in 1988. It is worth mentioning that Yao Ming's draft template in the future is him.
These people almost entered New York that year, and Mark Jackson was sent away, but in the eyes of the New York media, these are all New Yorkers, but it's a pity that they are thieves who help Indiana's gang of hillbillies beat their own people, these people are important figures in the Pacers' lineup, add some blockage to them before the fight, and why not go to ecstasy soup?
After affection, there is a feud, and the first person in the first place is now the number one killer in the league, Reggie Miller. As a master of trash talk, Reggie Miller in the 93 playoffs scolded the world in New York, first spraying with Stackhouse "Do you know why my salary is so high, this is the gap", "You go back and practice again", and then Reggie Miller, who shot the shot, jumped directly on the technical table to "greet" the fans, and in a playoff game with the Knicks, the fifth game of the Eastern Conference finals, Miller scored 25 of the team's 39 points in the fourth quarter. At that time, Spike Lee jumped up and yelled at Miller. Miller became a public enemy of New York after scolding Lee in fluent Indian slang after every three-pointer and choking at the 20,000 fans in Madison Square Garden. And that's just the beginning, and since then, he's had to squirt with Spark-Lee a few times every time they meet.
To be honest, trash talk, there are few opponents in the league that are opponents of Reggie Miller, and there are even fewer Knicks now, after all, the Knicks are better at hands-off.
However, in this playoffs, Reggie Miller may not be able to call the wind and rain as in the past, this time the player opposite him is Sprewell, and the bad record of the "madman" in the league is not far behind Reggie Miller.
Finally, there is a very important big boss, Pacers coach Larry Bird, from the player to the coach and then to the manager in the future, in addition to the Lakers, the second unhappy thing about the cardinal is New York.
It is not for nothing that New Yorkers despise the Indiana people for being a nuisance, because even hooligans such as the Knicks do not dare to come here too blatantly, they come to Indiana at night on a special plane, otherwise it will be difficult for the Knicks to have a better preparation environment.
Quietly enter the village, don't shoot guns.
The Knicks and his party quietly descended on Indiana.
This is Mo Xi's first division finals, but fortunately, with the experience of the previous car after the last Black Eight, Mo Xi ignored Sprewell's invitation to go out and do some things he loved, and honestly covered his head and slept soundly.
Since being devastated by Mo Yishan, Mo Xi's biological clock began to change, and at four o'clock in the morning, Mo Xi got up and started morning exercises according to the habit in New York.
I learned from my grandfather Mo Yishan that when a martial artist practiced to a very high level, every move had his own martial arts concept in it, such as the plaque of the Dongzhu Pavilion, which was given to him by a Tai Chi master when the ancestor of the Mo family first arrived in the United States. At the same time, Mo Xi also knew that his wishful thinking had been empty, and he really wanted to show his national skills by playing ball, Mo Xi was too immature now, in Mo Yishan's words, if he could play, then it was estimated that he would be able to barely do it in twenty years.
Mo Xi is not only disappointed, but also lucky, and pulls his mind back to basketball, but every day he will make a period of time to work hard for "his dream".
Mo Xi has always been a loyal contempt of genius, there is nothing in this world that time cannot beat, what you can do in a few minutes, I can do it for a few more hours, Mo Xi admires Nikola Tesla, and he is very disdainful of Edison, who put forward the theory of "genius and sweat".
Mo Liyu told him many oriental classics, among which an ancient philosopher named Xunzi once wrote an article, "Qiji can not take ten steps in one leap; Ten horses, the merit is relentless. Perseverance, rotten wood does not break; Perseverance, gold and stone can be carved. ”
Mo Xi felt that what this old man said was very reasonable, and if he was born in the same era as him, he might be a confidant.
Because he came to the away game, and he was a little-known small character, Mo regretted that he did not have the conditions to follow a trainer with the team, and fortunately he completed the morning training alone.
Mo Xi found that it was not yet time to gather, and a few of his teammates were still sleeping, so he hurried to the hotel's gym again.
There's a white guy here.
A person who makes Mo Xi look very familiar.
But Mo Xi must not know such a person.
Mo Xi, who grew up in Los Angeles and other metropolises, would never know such a person who dressed rustically like a country farmer.
Mo Xi thought about it for a while, and he didn't figure out who he was, but he was here to train, and he didn't care about this, just glanced at it, and Mo Xi started training alone.
We already know that since Mo Xi entered the alliance, he has begun to exercise with perseverance, and at this time, it is the time when the legendary insiders are getting old, and the younger generation is temporarily emerging and has not yet secured the ranking, and Mo Xi needs a set of muscle armor if he wants to compete with them.
In fact, it is very dangerous when you are training muscles, because even if you are Schwarchenger, if you are destined, you will inevitably have muscle cramps and other points of back.
Mo Xi caught up with this situation, originally only planned to practice before breakfast, but he didn't expect that his left shoulder cramped suddenly, and he couldn't bench press or put down the wrong position, so he could only force himself up, and after a while, he saw soybean-sized sweat dripping down.
At this time, I saw a strong palm stretched out and held it on the lever, helping Mo Xi put the dumbbell back in place.
Mo Xi sweated profusely and said thank you.
The white man smiled and said, "Without a trainer, you still have to pay attention to muscle training, especially a center like you who lacks strength." ”
Mo Xi was embarrassed for a while and said, "You, know me?" ”
The white man laughed, "I've watched it from your first game to the most recent one." ”
Mo Xi's eyes widened, does he also have a super iron fan? No, Mo Xi is estimated to have only developed one super fan now, and that is the little girl in Yorktown.
The white man didn't explain anything, but said, "I'm just here to hang out, and now it's time to go, and presumably your teammates should get up too." With that, the white man waved to Mo Xi and walked out of the gym.
Mo Xi felt wrong, he didn't ask himself for an autograph, isn't he a fan, so who will watch himself from the beginning to the recent game, so he asked, "Sir, may I ask who you are?" ”
The white man had a stir at his feet, he didn't expect this guy to recognize himself at all, and his favorability towards Mo Xi dropped sharply for a while, and he turned around and looked at Mo Xi with an idiot look, and said: "I'm Larry Bird, you rookie, or be a guinea pig obediently, what kind of basketball do you play if you have eye problems." ”
Mo Xi swallowed his saliva, it turned out to be the commander of the enemy army. Brought bad by Johnson and others, or rather, the belly-black thinking that has been developed by Murray for many years begins to operate, should you call Johnson and them out, find Larry Bird for tea, and put it back after the game?
Larry Bird, who left the hotel, didn't know he was being calculated, he took out a cell phone, dialed the phone, and said, "Is it Wilkens?" I'm interested in your proposal, but I have something else in mind. ”
In a few hours, the first division final in Mo Xi's life will begin, and some people say that from here, a generation of great man "MAX" has already begun his own legend, after all, few people can do such a thing as calculating the opposing coach.