"The other day, Michael? Jordan said Chauncey? There's a good chance that Billups won't be able to recover until after May 1st, when the second round will be played, but how do I see Chauncey getting on the court today? And you can't tell that he's injured from a few actions just now? "Kenny? Smith is studying Chauncey? Billups' problem.

"Kenny, you've got a stupid head! People won't come back early! Michael? Jordan said Chauncey? Billups just had a little water on his wrist, and the water was pumped out, so what were you doing with such a long rest, maybe Billups would be able to ...... "Charles?" today. Barkley said with his mouth wide open.

"You mean, it's possible that Billups can't play just Michael? Smoke grenades from Jordan? "Kenny? Smith looked surprised.

"Nonsense, it must be a smoke bomb! If it weren't for the smoke bombs, Billups would still have more than ten days to make a comeback, why did he come to Polis, his coming to Polis means that he is ready to play, maybe he is ...... "Charles?" today? Barkley looked affirmative.

"Fuxk, Charles, how did your head grow, the list of appearances you just got, and sure enough, Chauncey? Billups, Fuxk, Isaiah? Thomas was by Michael? Jordan is miserable, he must be scolding Michael in his heart now? Jordan ......"

"That bastard has been smiling on the surface and being close to people, secretly playing a black hand, this time he deserves it, he was pitted by Michael, he deserves it! It would be better if Michael went up and stepped on two more feet...... "Charles? Barkley was saying, and it was clear that he was interested in Isaiah? Thomas didn't have a good impression, and the Philadelphia mass assault incident was probably deeply rooted in his heart. Although he is a one-on-five, he is still the winner......

Wizards: Me, Carlos? Boozer, Cuarón? Butler, Richard? Hamilton, Chauncey? Billups.

Pacers; Brad? Miller, Jermaine? O'Neill, Ron? Artest, Reggie? Miller, Jamal? Tinsley.

I stood in the middle circle. Bent down and stared at the basketball in the referee's hand, Brad? Miller had the same expression, and it was clear that the man who was known for beating the big shark O'Neal was also full of ideas about the jump.

The referee looked at his watch, blew the whistle, and threw the basketball high into the air.

Basketball is flying. When the basketball reached its highest point, I jumped up vigorously with both feet, stretched out my right hand and slapped it fiercely at the basketball, trying to slap the basketball to Chauncy in the left rear of my body? Billups.

My height is 213 cm, Brad? Miller is also 213 cm tall. But as a black man, my bouncing power should be far more than Brad? Miller fell a few streets. Basketball should be easily sent to Chauncey by me? In the hands of Billups.

But that's not the case, the basketball was shot to the left back of my body by Brad? Miller's left hand touched, the basketball changed its trajectory, and the basketball was lost to the old monster Reggie? Miller's get.

I quickly stepped back, and everyone on the Wizards quickly returned to the defense, and quickly organized the defense.

Brad? Miller and I were entangled in each other, and he kept shifting his position. Trying to find a suitable position where he can wield his power, but I'm not one of those meat-footed centers, I'm a center known for his strength, his degree, his reflexes, whether it's Brad? How Miller used his big fat ass, how he kept playing with his European footsteps outside the paint area, I was always threatening his catch.

"I heard that your wife came this morning!" Brad? Miller started trash talking.

I didn't bother Brad? The trash talk that spewed out of Miller's mouth and slammed Brad with his body? Miller. Knocked the position he had just stood on to the side again.

"I heard you haven't seen your wife in 2 months!" Brad? Miller continued to spew crap.

I stretched out my arm forward, interfering with Brad? Miller's catch. Let him honestly stay within my control.

"I heard that it only took you 2o minutes to see your wife? It's true? Fake? How could you not be sexually impotent in such a short time! "Brad? Miller was talking nonsense in a tone of surprise.

I glared at Brad hard? Miller at a glance. Turn your head to see Jamal constantly making tactical gestures outside the three-point line? Tinsley, watching the rest of the Pacers around him, was always ready to fill in the key moments.

"You speak! How long can you do it at a time? Did I say yes? Are you really sexually impotent? "Brad? Miller's mouth was squirting poop.

Reggie? Miller made a counter-run and shook off Richard, who was defending him? Hamilton, trying to find space to shoot through the bottom line.

Running off the ball is Reggie? Miller's trick, and the off-ball run that slipped to the bottom line was Reggie? Miller's trick in the trick, no one remembers how many times he slipped the bottom line and threw off his opponent to throw himself into a lore.

Michael? Jordan and Reggie? Miller had been right for a whole decade, and he knew Reggie well? Miller made every move, and he clearly told me before the game: Be careful of Reggie? Miller's slippery bottom line.

I slid my left foot to the bottom line and got Reggie? The route Miller runs, Reggie? Miller crashed into me, and the huge momentum made my body tilt, but I managed to stop Reggie? Miller's run.

But my concern about Reggie? Miller, that Brad who spouts trash talk all the time? Miller actually got an empty spot, Jamal? Tinsley saw the stitches and gave the basketball to Brad? Miller.

Brad? Miller turned around and faced the basket and jumped slightly, ready to shoot the basketball.

I know what I do, and I know Brad? How famous did Miller have in later life, and I never underestimated Brad? Miller, when I blocked Reggie? After Miller's run, I quickly slid my body back, Brad? Miller turned around, and I just made up for it, and when he jumped up and threw the basketball in his hand, my right hand was right on Brad? Miller will shoot a basketball in his hand.

Basketball was slammed from Brad by me? Miller's hands were broken!

"Kwame! It's been two minutes! "Chauncey? Billups shouted, and with that he ran quickly to the front.

It's the usual routine, it's going to be a fast break, I hit the ground with both feet, take the ball to the right, dodge Brad? Miller's scramble, holding the ball in both hands, sent it forward, and the basketball was already flying in the air.

"Four minutes!" I shouted.

Chauncey? Billups picked up the basketball and went straight to the paint, Jamal? Tinsley has caught up, but is he any better than Chauncey? Billups' slightly skinny body can't be on Chauncey? Billups is a threat and can only watch Chauncey? Billups puts the basketball in the hoop.

I ran back, halfway through, Chauncey? Billups has already put the basketball in the hoop.

"I just dribbled! Your pass doesn't count as an assist, haha, you're still two minutes, not four! "Chauncey? Billups smiled wickedly.

"Fuck off!" I laughed and cursed.

"Huh? I just asked you how much time you can do at a time, and you replied that it was 4 minutes, and Chaunse said it was 2 minutes, which of your answers is correct? "I'm talking to Chauncey? When Billups was joking, Brad? Miller peeked his head out of me.

Looking at his somewhat unflattened face, I really wanted to punch him back to his mother's stomach and rebuild it again, I held back my anger and scolded angrily: "Go home and ask your mother, your mother knows!" (To be continued......)

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