. Chapter 364: The height is not enough

"It feels terrible!" The game was over, the score was fixed at 1o8:79, and the Pistons led by a full 29 points. McGrady didn't find his form in normal games, and his class partner Grant. Hill also used a 4-of-15 shooting to tell about his poor form. Michael. Jordan kept shaking his head beside me, expressing emotion.

"Hmmm! And their bad hand seems to be all infectious, none of them feel good, especially in the first quarter, in the first quarter they actually shot 5 of 25, and the shooting rate was only 2o%, which is incredible, and those five balls were all dunks, which is really incredible. "Doug. Collins frowned, he had no expectation of a one-sided match.

"Isn't Tracy the kind of person who tops up at critical moments? Even if he wasn't, Grant. So is Hill! But today even Grant. Hill is also in this bad form, and there are really some things that shouldn't be ...... "Michael. Jordan's mouth kept babbling, and it was clear that he was interested in Grant. Hill's table in this game feels a little incredible, after all, Grant. Hill was his handpicked successor before he was injured, and he was the legendary one who could match the gods, but this game he played like this, which made Michael. Jordan felt a little dull on his face.

"It's God's will, there's no way, although I don't see Jerry. How good Stackhouse's defense is, don't see that rookie Tyshawn. How good Prince's defense was, but they did keep Grant at bay. Hill and Tracy. Mcgrady. "Doug. Collins watched from the stands as the Pistons on the court celebrated wildly.

"Hopefully their defensive prowess is just a coincidence, and when they face us, let's hope they can get back to normal, otherwise our Caron, Richard, Larry, Courtney will suffer." Michael. Jordan joked.

"Michael, are we that bad?" Caron. Butler this Michael. Jordan's love will be complaining.

"Then you work hard to get rid of them!" Michael. Jordan responded with a smile......

Tracy. McGrady must have been sad, and after the post-game press conference, I called him and asked him out for a break.

"It's all my fault, my hand feels so bad, 17 heads and 4 hits, I don't even know what's going on?" Tracy. McGrady cocked his neck and poured a glass of brandy into his mouth, then kept blaming himself.

"It's just an incident, it's all over, don't think about it!" I comforted this friend of mine.

"When I was training before the game, my shots were always a little high, and when it came time to play, I just pressed my wrists down hard, but it turned out to be short every shot, and I really didn't know what was going on? Doesn't God want me to win? "Tracy. McGrady leaned back in his chair and frowned. ishu.

"Frustrated in the field, proud in love, maybe you can meet a very punctual chick on the way back to Orlando tomorrow? Here, a toast! I raised my glass and smiled at a depressed Tracy. Mcgrady.

"Get out! Am I that kind of person? "Tracy. McGrady picked up his glass and touched it lightly with mine, tilted his neck, and drank another glass.

"Don't think about it, you're at your peak, there's still time, it's a big deal to come back next year!" I placed the glass on the table and slowly persuaded the sad Maddie.

"Hey!" Tracy. McGrady sighed softly, took the glass he had just drunk and kept looking at it, and said slowly: "I have the next year, but Eric has no next year!" "After saying Tracy. McGrady's eyes began to fill with moisture.

Eric, full name Eric. Anderson, in March, shortly after the All-Star break, Tracy Anderson. McGrady's best friend Eric. Anderson died in a shootout, he did not participate in the fight, he was killed by mistake.

"There are some things that we can't decide, Tracy, please mourn!" I bowed my head to show my grief with him.

"Do you say I'm really because of the entry n

aIs he cursed by God? "Tracy. McGrady seemed to be a little drunk.

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"Hey! From me into n

After that, an average of one relative or friend died a year, and I really seemed to be cursed by God's death! "Tracy. McGrady's voice was filled with sadness: "'97, Henry. Andrewz died in a car accident and he was the best friend of my high school years. We had a good relationship, and I didn't even recognize the miserable look he had when he died......"

"In July '99, my brother Ryan. McGrady died abruptly on the court because of asthma, and the day before he had said he was going to have a bullfight with me, and I laughed at him for not being qualified. If I had had had a bullfight with him that night, he might not have been able to participate in the three-on-three match of Narausch the next day......

"In August '99, my childhood sweetheart's best friend Vanessa. Jones, who was shot to end her life by her ex-boyfriend. I don't know what's wrong with that man? I kept saying that I loved her, but I shot her, and I felt that the world seemed to be a little crazy. ”

"In March of O1, my cousin Corey. Bes, who was killed by robbers during a robbery, turned out to be the only person who died in that robbery. ”

"In September, my stepmother passed away from cancer, and since then, I haven't been able to eat the desserts she made again."

"And this year, my best friend Eric . Anderson is gone, too! Woowoo woo ......"

Tracy. McGrady cried, whined, maybe because of the alcohol, he cried very sadly, very sadly.

I don't know how to convince Tracy. McGrady, I just sat there and waited, waiting for Tracy. McGrady's mood improved.

Suddenly, Tracy, who had been crying. McGrady suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, and said nervously to me, "No! Wrong! Something must be wrong! I can't shoot, Hill can't shoot, Hill can't shoot, Mike. Miller must have shot in, something must have gone wrong! Something must have gone wrong! ”

I was taken by Tracy. McGrady was scared, I don't know what happened to this scorer who was later known as the "Sleeping God", or what he remembered, but I was really scared.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked cautiously.

"Don't talk! Let me think! Let me think about it! "Tracy. McGrady held out his right hand to stop me from continuing.

I sat down in my chair blankly and looked blankly at Tracy, who seemed to be a little stupid. McGrady, don't know how to do it.

"That's right! That's right! That's it, only this possibility can explain why in the next two games in Detroit, I, Hill, and Miller couldn't shoot the basketball from the outside, absolutely so! "Tracy. McGrady's eyes lit up.

"What's wrong?" I heard something else in McGrady's words.

"I know why I always shoot the basketball in training and I always shoot it short in the game!" Tracy. McGrady suddenly grabbed my right hand with his left hand, and his eyes were fixed on me.

I tried to withdraw my hand but Tracy. McGrady's strength was so great that I couldn't pull it back at all.

"What do you think of?" I tried to keep my peace of mind, and although I felt some sympathy for Maddie's sadness, I really didn't think about the hidden meaning of such a thing. In my heart, I always thought that feeling an ethereal thing was only related to my own state of mind, and had nothing to do with anything else.

"The people at the Detroit Arena must have lowered the basketball hoop a little bit when we trained, so that according to the rhythm of my usual shooting and the power of my shot, the basketball will definitely be thrown, which will cause me to shoot on the training court, which has to make me adjust my shooting posture, lower my wrist to shoot, and when it comes to the official game, they will raise the basket to a normal height, so that we will shoot according to the height of the pre-game training, damn! I was played by the Detroiters! "Tracy. McGrady suddenly stood up from his chair.

"What did you say?" My brain is on Tracy. What McGrady said was a little out of the way, and he didn't even react for a while.

"Our magic was played by the Detroiters, they lowered the height of the basket during our pre-game training, and raised the height of the basket again during the game, these sons of bitches raised them, really *** bastards!" Tracy. McGrady gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Are you sure?" I was taken by Tracy. McGrady's words were confusing, I never thought about being in n

a, such a thing can happen in the field.

"Nonsense! I'm sure it must be like this, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to swing so badly, and I wouldn't have been able to swing so badly with Hill and Miller. Only this one is possible, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to have such a thing! "Tracy. McGrady's voice was full of affirmation, full of anger.

"Huh?" The strength in my body seemed to be drained all at once, I leaned back in my chair all of a sudden, and my heart was suddenly confused, if this was true, then once this matter was poked out, it would definitely cause an uproar.

"Don't you believe me?" Tracy. McGrady's eyes, which had never woken up, were surprisingly bright tonight.

"Faith! How can I not believe it? "I sat up straight, and Tracy. McGrady said: "The problem is that we don't have evidence now, and even if we do, what can we do? The Magic have been eliminated from the tournament, and David. Stern will also have a hard time allowing a replay to happen. ”

"Yes! The Magic game is over, but your game is not over yet, and since they have eaten the sweetness, they will definitely continue to do so, and they will definitely make a fuss about it again. Then we'll be able to get hold of them, so that as long as the two of us work together, I don't believe it, David. Stern can not care, as long as he manages, the Pistons must have no good fruit to eat, and that will definitely be beneficial to your series! "Tracy. McGrady's head had never been clearer, and he analyzed a few things in the head.

I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked my lips, my brain kept analyzing my pros and cons, and after a few seconds I nodded and looked at Tracy. McGrady asked, "So how should we work together?" ”

"What time are you going to train tomorrow?" Tracy. McGrady asked sternly.

"It's about 9 o'clock!" I replied.

"You get there early, you try the height of the basket first, if there's a real problem with the height of the basket, send me a text message, and then you get a couple of non-Detroit reporters to interview, do a testimony, let them see if the basket is short, I asked Hill and Miller to have a press conference before 9 o'clock to announce the Pistons' basket problem, so the problem is obvious. I don't believe David. Stern was still indifferent to this...... "Tracy. McGrady said as he thought.

"What if the Pistons say we made a mistake this time, and you didn't have anything like this at the time?" I raised my own doubts.

"He said that if he didn't have it, there would be no more, who would believe it?! Everybody thinks that's the case, so the Pistons must have done it even if they didn't do it. Not to mention the shit under their butts. "Tracy. McGrady replied.

"Hmmm! That's it! I nodded.

"When you go back, you talk to Michael about it first, and it's better to ask him to find some reporters who are inclined to you, and also ask him to ask David about it. Mr. Stern put pressure on him! I don't believe Stern will not even sell Michael's face! "Tracy. McGrady said, crushing the root of his teeth.

"Good!" I replied.

"Remember! I'm having a press conference before 9 o'clock, so you must delay it until after 9 o'clock, so don't get it wrong. "Tracy. McGrady finally instructed......

At 8:4o, I stood under the basketball hoop in the basketball arena and stretched out my arm to the rebound, which surprised me to the fact that I was on my toes and I rubbed the legendary 29o centimeter rebound from the ground.

I used to measure, I stood on the ground, without tiptoe, with my arms outstretched, I could touch something 27o centimeters above the ground. To reach something 29o centimeters high, I need to put my toes very high to be possible, and it will definitely not be as easy as it is now.

"Is it 29o centimeters?" Michael. Jordan asked quietly as he stood beside me.

I shook my head and said, "28o centimeters at most!" "Mine gives the answer I guess.

"Hey!" Michael. Jordan sighed softly, a look of incredulity on his face.

"Text Tracy!" Michael. Jordan continued: "I'll get the stadium staff and the reporters to come in a minute. ”

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