The head coach of the Indiana Pacers yelled at Jermaine O'Neal from the sidelines, reminding him to stay on guard.

Reggie Miller no longer moves back and forth around the three-point line this time, he is moving tightly around Jermel Tinsley this time. But Michael Jordan and Chris Whitney kept switching defenses, and Reggie Miller never got a chance.

Jemel Tinsley had no choice but to give the ball to Jermaine O'Neal on the inside.

In the summer of 1996, 17-and-a-half-year-old O'Neal Jr. was drafted by the Portland Trail Blazers with the 17th pick in the first round, setting a record for the youngest NBA player at the time, a record that was later broken by Andrew Bynum. With the Portland Trail Blazers, O'Neal Jr. spent mostly on the bench, averaging just 3.77 points per game in his four years with the team, making him one of the team's most marginal players.

Before the start of 2ooo, Jermaine O'Neal and Joe Klayney were traded to the Indiana Pacers in exchange for Dale Davis. The trade was the catalyst for O'Neal Jr.'s success, as he became a player with the Pacers, averaging 12.9 points per game this season, more than three times as many points as in any season during his time with the Trail Blazers, and he was well on his way to becoming a superstar.

Jermaine O'Neal took the ball, and I pressed my left forearm tightly against O'Neal Jr.'s back, raised my right hand high, and made a blocking motion to prevent him from turning around and shooting easily.

O'Neal Jr. dribbled and thrust in tightly with his not-so-fat ass to try to push my defense away.

Unfortunately, that's what I'm not afraid of, and I'm not at all a force that Jermaine O'Neal can compete with. I bent over, lowered my center of gravity, and taunted my horse, letting his ass sway wherever it was, motionless, and I just kept my eyes on his shoulders. in order to predict his movements.

Jermaine O'Neal didn't have a chance, took the ball too long, passed the ball to Jemel Tinsley, and then made a gesture, and by the way, he ran out of my side and rushed to the basket, and the basketball passed from Tinsley's hand to O'Neal Jr.'s hand, and he wanted to solve the problem under the basket.

I clung to Jermaine O'Neal, using my body to keep colliding and not allowing him to make a comfortable move.

Little O'Neal took three steps, one step, two steps, and here I was jumping, palms on top of the basketball.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, I made a meritorious contribution with a high score of 391 cm, and a big hat was produced.

The basketball was won by Michael Jordan, Richard Hamilton had already run again, a long pass pierced through all the defenses, Hamilton settled the battle with a civilian layup that made the crowd very unhappy, and the expected dunk did not even have a shadow. But fortunately, it got two points, otherwise it would have been booed.

The game continued, the score difference was not opened, and the desperate Michael Jordan and the old and strong Reggie Miller played a close match.

At 8:14 of the first quarter, Jermaine O'Neal was down again. And I was entangled once.

My offense may not be good, but my defense is definitely not bad, and the strength, degree, bounce, and footwork all add up to what I want on the defensive end, and Jermaine O'Neal doesn't have a chance to shoot in the rim at all.

"Kwame, don't pester me like that, I'm not Divac, I'm not a little suffered, my sexuality is the whole thing!" Jermaine O'Neal couldn't get out of my defense at all, and he played real fire, and in a fit of rage, he burst out of his trash talk.

Well?

What do you mean?

My brain didn't react to what he was saying, and in the moment I was stunned, Jermaine O'Neal passed me, and Christian Leitner, who had old arms and legs, didn't expect it at all, and watched Jermaine O'Neal grin and hang on the basket and roar loudly.

When I came back to my senses, I finally understood what Jermaine O'Neal meant, and I knew that this was a trash-talk tactic used by some players, and I kept telling myself to calm down, but my anger still rose all at once. In my heart, I scolded Jermaine O'Neal's female ancestors of the eighth generation.

The score was 24-22, and the Wizards led by two points.

I was in place again, and little O'Neill and I were intertwined again. I kept running back and forth near the paint area. Try to find a hole in the defense and then kill O'Neal Jr. directly.

Jermaine O'Neill followed me closely, not daring to relax for a moment.

"You dead gay, what are you doing all this messing around, you are shaking your ass again......" Jermaine O'Neal's big mouth began to squirt again.

I'm a normal man, and the matter with Divac, that was unintentional and misunderstood by him. What happened at the press conference was completely caused by my lack of understanding of the national conditions of the United States, and I am a pure old man, and I can't be more pure. Now that I'm being slammed for being gay, a huge rage burns into my brain, and then my brain is burned and I command my fist to slam into Jermaine O'Neal's head.

There was no accident, little O'Neal was not human, my fist and Jermaine O'Neal's head came into close contact, and little O'Neal fell to the ground without any suspense.

The sudden boxing incident shocked everyone, and it seemed that for 2 seconds, the whole court was silent, and even Chris Whitney's basketball escaped from his control, and no one chased him.

The silence was followed by a tumult, Reggie Miller and Fortes rushed at me, Christian Leitner and Richard Hamilton rushed over to protect me, and I suddenly realized: I'm in trouble!

It was chaotic, with the referee holding up my foul gesturing for a foul, Michael Jordan pushing me toward the locker room, Leitner, Hamilton, and Whitney covering me, the Pacers head coach yelling at the fourth referee, and Wizards head coach Doug Collins half-crouching on the sidelines with his head in his head. Someone in the stands shouted: Boxer.

There are also people shouting: good fight. Countless debris smashed at me.

I retreated to the locker room under the protection of the crowd, and as soon as I reached the sideline, Al Harrington, who had been looking for an opportunity, rushed to my side and punched me in the left shoulder.

At the age of the strongest, no one could hold back the upsurge of blood, and so did I, even though I had lived for n years in my last life, and I raised my fist and struck Al Harrington in the head. The effects of years of practicing martial arts were evident in this moment, and despite Al Harington's dodge movements, even though Michael Jordan hugged my waist, my fist made intimate contact with Al Harrington's head.

Fast, steady, accurate, ruthless......

Al Harrington lay on the ground.

The scene is even more chaotic. The players, coaches, team doctors, and referees on the bench of both teams all poured up, the Wizards protected me in the middle, and the Pacers rushed in with all their might, as if they were unwilling to eat me. It was all messed up, I don't know how many hits I took, I don't know how many punches I swung, and I don't know how many people were sent off the field and how many were taken off on stretchers.

I was sitting in the middle of the change, yes Jones was with me, and the CCTV was playing the footage, and my ferocious fist hit the Pacers players, and Jermaine O'Neal, Al Harrington, and Austin Crohill were carried off the court on the spot, and the on-site commentator said that they had been taken to a local hospital, and according to the Pacers' team doctor, they had at least a moderate concussion.

The referees sent off Richard Hamilton, Alexander, and Bobby Simmons for the Wizards and Reggie Miller and Jeff Forts for the Pacers.

There was no suspense in the game, and my fist took out the opponent's three big players and sent off two players. The Wizards finished the game 98-76.

After the game, I was the biggest suspense, I wore sunglasses and wrapped my head in clothes and walked out of the MIC center through the back door. I watched on TV that my head coach, Mr. Doug Collins, and Mr. Michael Jordan, the great god, were being criticized by one reporter after another. I became a heinous bastard, a vicious executioner.

My mom and brother called me to comfort me.

At 11:3o, at my home, Michael Jordan, David Hunter, Doug Collins, and my personal lawyer, Joe Cole, sat down with me to discuss what to do.

I kept my head down and didn't dare look at any of them, especially Michael Jordan, who had a fierce look in his eyes that could kill people.

The ban is certain, three people were put in the hospital by me, the key is how many games are banned, the Wizards have started very well this year, according to the current form, the Wizards are definitely not only the playoffs, the division championship, the Eastern Conference championship, and even the championship can dream about it.

But my lack of coolness, my anger, and my fists made it possible for these good wishes to come to naught. Michael Jordan and Doug Collins, who had been dreaming about it, probably hated me to death by now.

"This brawl has had a huge impact, it's unbelievable for a rookie like Kwame Brown to hit someone, David Stern will definitely be punished heavily, I guess there will be at least a 3o game suspension! It could even be reimbursed for the entire season," David Hunter said thoughtfully.

"We've just perfected our tactical system, we've got good chemistry with the players, and if Brown is suspended too much, we're going to have to build all the tactics from scratch, which will have a big impact on the season, and Brown's role in the team, everybody can see it, and I can't imagine where we could go without Brown. A 3o game suspension is acceptable, but if we suspend the whole season, our plans for the whole season may be affected, and even if we make the playoffs, it will not be competitive. Doug Collins looked sad.

Michael Jordan glared at me fiercely and said, "We have to do something, the suspension for the whole season is not acceptable to us, we have to fight for the suspension for 3o games!" I'll talk to Stern in a moment, and let's think about whether there is any other way to get Brown to reduce his sentence! ”

"If we want to reduce the sentence, we must reverse the direction of public opinion, which is very difficult, but if we purely come out to apologize, I estimate that it will be difficult to reverse the direction of public opinion."

"Before I came here, I called Mr. Perez, the CEO of Nike, and he was willing to help us through his connections, but there was a premise, we had to have enough reasons." Jordan continued

"Reason? It's hard, I'm sure tomorrow morning there will be a lip expert deciphering Jermaine O'Neal's trash talk, and at the moment, it's hard to find a reason! ”

"Brown, I'm still too young to stand this trash talk, I've heard ten times more trash talk than this one." Michael Jordan said helplessly.

"Young? Maybe that's a good reason!" Doug Collins' eyes lit up: "Because Brown is still young, we can forgive him for some of his actions!" Of course he must be punished, but this punishment must not be too severe? ”

"good, this is a very good reason, a young man who is growing up happily, has been influenced by some evil things, has been slandered, and his pure mind has made him make a duly rebellious revolt, and it is not unforgivable to beat Jermaine O'Neill. He's just defending himself, and the injuries to Al Harrington and Crohill are examples of that, because they hit Kwame Brown before he fought back, and there's a video to prove it! We can also come up with a suggestion: ban trash talk in the NBA! ”

"Great, there's a press conference tomorrow and we need to get the speech ready for Kwame! Mr. Hunt believes that this problem can be solved! ”

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A campaign to falsify public opinion is brewing......

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