It's like the sun will come up and the race will come as scheduled. New Orleans, which had been gloomy for a day without bright sunshine, finally began to rain in the evening.

The city that was still warm became cool in an instant, with a humid wind, wrapping people around to cool the temperature of the body. Even so, in front of the New Orleans arena, people who parked their cars a little farther away, holding umbrellas, walked over in an endless stream.

The huge poster outside the arena is very clear under the illumination, it is a family photo of the Hornets in the new season! Paul, who wore the number three jersey with white and blue on top, stood in the middle and grinned.

"Yawn!" Aldridge sneezed, wiped the rain off his body, and quipped, "This must be a beautiful woman thinking about me!" After all, I'm so handsome! "The expression is very stinky.

"Hehe, it must be the beautiful woman who stared at you at the airport one day!" Oden, who was also rubbing his body, was very cooperative.

"Haha...... "I know what happened, no!" It should be said that he was the initiator of the airport incident, Roy couldn't help but laugh unkindly.

After Roy and Oden's eloquent explanation, the scene was vividly depicted, making the teammates in the locker room feel immersive, and even the head coach with a straight face along the way couldn't help but laugh.

"How can you make purple? Say yes to be each other's angels, say yes to protect each other! How can you do this to me? Aldridge looked at Roy with a resentful tone.

"Get out!" Roy felt himself tingle, his hairs stood on end, and goosebumps fell to the ground.

"That's it!" Head coach McMillan clapped his hands and smiled. I have to admit that Aldridge is a living treasure, and even the unhappiness of coming over on foot in the rain because the car broke down on the way just now has disappeared.

"Boys! Let's hurry up, the race is about to begin! "Looking at the time on the watch, he reminded his team members loudly.

"Yes, sir!" Everyone should be, and the movements in their hands also increased at the same time.

"Damn weather!" McMillan cursed under his breath, turned and left.

"Ready? Cool men? Oden was the first to wipe the water, put on his jersey and stood up, wiping 52 in his heart, his hand on it, feeling the beating of his heart.

“One！” In the locker room, everyone who had been tidied up raised their index fingers and stretched out their arms to point into the air, shouting together.

“Cool！” Auden gave a thumbs up, "It's time to show the real technique!" Let's kick the ass of those softassers hard! On their doorstep, enjoy the wonderful taste of the fruits of victory! ”

“Fighting！” Roy continued, holding out his hand.

“Let's go！” Aldridge stepped forward, put his hand on Roy's hand, and said with a smile.

"Victory! Victory! Victory! One, two, all the team members put their hands together and shouted loudly.

"Fuck these bitches!" I don't know who screamed, but the rough words resonated with everyone. At this moment, the body somehow warmed up.

Walking to the door of the locker room and listening to the movement coming from inside, McMillan, who had planned to come in to get something, stopped, and finally turned away. "The atmosphere in the locker room seems to be very good!" McMillan thought to himself.

After all, it was still a little late, and when Oden took the lead and ran out of the players' tunnel, there were already many people sitting in the audience. The DJ at the scene had already warmed up the atmosphere, and after Auden and the others appeared, a huge boo rushed over without hesitation.

"It seems that the people of New Orleans are not very friendly!" Roy slapped the ball to the point line and tried to shoot.

"Who made us take the sweet fruit of victory from here?" Oden stood next to Roy, also trying to shoot blue, I don't know if it was luck, the ball got into the basket. "Well, I'm in!" Auden shrugged his shoulders and said with a regretful face: "It's really exciting! ”

"Oooh!" Roy smiled at your pretending expression, and came with his hands open, without looking at the basket! "It's that simple!" As soon as the words fell into the hole, he calmly pretended to be a dick.

Oden glanced at Roy with disdain, slapped the bounced ball, took three steps and two steps, and rushed into the penalty area in great strides, stomping on the floor and jumping, both hands pounding.

Oden, who is ready to decide to make the pre-game dunk his game symbol, begins to be strict with himself to complete it without interruption! Oden, who landed on the ground, looked at the white and shaking Nets, and said silently in his heart: "This is the beginning!" ”

"Welcome to the NBA2007-2008 regular season, which is the Portland Trail Blazers vs. the New Orleans Hornets! I'm your good friend Kenny. Smith! ”

"Hey, Kenny, I haven't seen you in an offseason, you seem to be getting darker and stronger!" Sitting on the other side, the bald Buckley said first.

Looking at Barkley, who was swollen again, his smooth head reflected the light brightly, like a light bulb, Smith said mercilessly: "That's your delusion, Charles!" I said that the studio is so big, it turns out that you are so fat that it affects your eyesight and brain! Seriously, Charles, the 'flying pig' I know is dead! ”

"What?" Even Steve, who was sitting in the middle. Cole was a little surprised. Could it be that the ghost is sitting next to me?

"Don't be nervous, Steve! I mean 'Flying Pig' is dead, not Charles! "Kenny. Smith appeased Steve. Cole, slowly.

"Hehe......" Barkley sneered.

"Why do I say that?" Smith deliberately asked a rhetorical question, and after whetting everyone's appetite, he suddenly said: "That's because the dead pig is too fat to fly, and can only be a 'fat pig on the ground'!" ”

"! it!! Barkley looked like I knew it, and said sadly, "I know, Kenny, that you're not comfortable if you don't hack me for a day!" Then he said proudly: "Even so, I can still fly up and cover and kill you!" Haha, haha...... Are you angry? Angry or not? ”

"Why be angry?" Smith was very calm, "You should be angry, because I have a ring!" Ha ha! Completely ignoring Barkley, Smith laughed debauchedly.

"Good game has begun!" Steve. Kerr interrupted the two men, "Let's wait and see what kind of game the Hornets will contribute when they return to the New Orleans arena in two years!" ”

The empty space in the arena was filled one after another, but the game started on time. When the players of both sides walked to the halfway line, all the fans twisted their hearts and the game began!

Trail Blazers: Steve. Blake, Brandon. Roy, Grieg. Oden, LaMarcus. Aldridge, Martell. Webster.

Hornets: Chris. Paul, Morris. Peterson, Tyson. Chandler, David. West, Peja. Stojakovic.

"This is mine!" After shaking Paul's hand, Auden came across from Chandler and said in a calm voice, but with a strong confidence.

The referee blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air, and as soon as the ball fell, Oden was like a spring that was compressed and suddenly released, and quickly bounced up and pulled the ball out.

Under the gaze of Chandler, who was still on the rise, Auden landed steadily, shook off his big feet and ran wildly towards the bottom line.

"Give it to me!" Auden shook off the crowd and rode deep alone, already alone in the hinterland.

Roy was unambiguous and threw the ball over vigorously. The timing was just right, and the empty inside line put Auden in a no-man's land. Catch the ball, dunk, Oden easily finished under the gaze of the New Orleanians, and the run was successful!

Seeing Oden's success, the remaining four of the Trail Blazers quickly retreated! Oden also made a quick transition and retreated to the penalty area to guard there.

Paul was not in a hurry and controlled the ball unhurriedly. Although Oden was caught off guard, it was just a goal! As for the impact on their own morale, it is even more of a joke, for a Hornets who use someone else's stadium as their home stadium and play for two seasons, will they care about a goal?

Running, passing the ball, crossing each other to cover, under Paul's control, the Hornets' offensive organization is well-organized, and there is not a trace of clutter.

Chandler, who grabbed a position with Oden on the inside, found that he couldn't take advantage of it at all, so he simply pushed out of the penalty area and made a cover for Paul, who was holding the ball.

Standard pick-and-roll, Chandler blocked Roy, who was defending Paul, and Paul continued to break through, attracting the attention of Oden and Roy. Seeing that the two of them came to wrap themselves, Paul unhurriedly came to the back plug under his armpit! The ball was accurate to Chandler's hand, and Chandler made a jumper.

The next offense of the Trail Blazers was like seeing countless treasures grabbing them frantically, and when there was a little gap with the defenders, they rushed to make a hasty shot.

Poor selection of offensive chances! Although they were working hard to scramble and defend, the poor offensive rhythm made the Trail Blazers fall behind. Just after the half-quarter, at 9:19, the Trail Blazers trailed by 10 points!

What's even more worrying is that the score behind stimulates the Trail Blazers and makes the Trail Blazers more anxious. How to solve this problem is already imminent.