The last time I went to San Antonio, I taught the Spurs a hard lesson with a three-point shot, and this time the Spurs were menacing, and Admiral David Robinson had already released words to teach me a hard lesson before the game.

Not to be outdone, Michael Jordan responded with a big mouth: Let him be ten years younger.

Greg Vic said at a press conference that he had found a way to contain the Wizards.

Doug Collins responded: He was just able to keep Kwame Brown from scoring, and Kwame Brown didn't need to score at all.

The post-All-Star game is very important, and the teams that have a chance to make the playoffs are fighting hard, and the teams that are sure to make the playoffs are now doing their best to have a home-court advantage in the playoffs. Now, with the exception of the Bulls-like swinging teams, the rest of the teams are going crazy for the playoffs. For the slightest advantage, each team does its best, as long as it can discourage the opponent and make the opponent busy, they will never let go, and they will not leave any of the things that are powerful to themselves.

At the entrance of the MIC Center, I was blocked by reporters.

"Kwame, how do you feel about what David Robinson said?"

"Kwame, under the attack of the Twin Towers, do you estimate how many rebounds you can get today? How many points will you get? ”

"Kwame, are you going to face David Robinson today?"

"Kwame, do you think the Wizards will win today?"

Stadium security quickly pulled me out of the crowd. I entered the stadium under the protection of the security guards, and the magnesium lights behind me flashed vigorously, which was a high-profile treatment. But I'm so upset.

After Hubert Davis left yesterday, I couldn't help but call Katherine Hurley several times, hoping that she would tell me a different conclusion. But the first time she hung up the phone, the second time it turned off directly.

I don't know if yesterday's events were right or wrong. Maybe yes, but I'm really annoyed.

Doug Collins was babbling on tactics, and I lay on my folding chair, my mind not knowing where it had flown to.

The players took to the pitch amid a roar.

Wizards: Brandon Haywood, Kwame Brown, Christian Leitner, Richard Hamilton, Michael Jordan.

Spurs: David Robinson, Tim Duncan, Bruce Bowen, Steve Smith, Tony Parker.

Bruce Bowen came over and greeted me, and I reluctantly smiled in response, and though I was so upset, I wondered why Catherine Heli's phone couldn't get through. Is something wrong? Will there be a car accident? I hope that there is no game tonight, so that I can contact Katherine Hurley, at least to know if she is safe or not?

There was a voice that kept telling me: Go find her, go find her!

But now I have to compete.

The jump ball, the aging David Robinson jumped to win, Richard Hamilton and Michael Jordan were already running to the front court, maybe I didn't expect to lose the jump ball, too late to return to the defense, let the French sports car Tony Parker come to a one-stop service.

I'm in the inside position, with Tim Duncan behind me, David Robinson to Brandon Haywood, and Christian Leitner on the other side, so the Wizards are no worse on the inside than the Spurs. In this game, Doug Collins obviously wants to play inside, and the Spurs are strong inside, but they are also old.

Michael Jordan dribbled, I went out to block Tony Parker, Michael Jordan broke through, but Bruce Bowen clung to it.

Bag clip!

Greg **vic used a bag on Michael Jordan from the opening stanza. Michael Jordan stretched out his hands and the ball flew up.

I ran inside, I was going to grab the rebound, I didn't realize it at all, Michael Jordan was going to take the ball back, but when I saw the ball, it was right in front of me, and if I was prepared, I believe it was a wonderful open cut.

But I wasn't prepared, I tried to reach out, but it was too late, the arm had just been raised, the basketball had already been slapped by Tim Duncan, and then a long pass was made to Steve Smith, who was already running.

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The Wizards opened with two goals in a row!

"What's going on?" Michael Jordan stared at me with beads in his eyes.

I shook my head, trying to clear myself up and concentrate myself.

"It's fine!" I said firmly.

"Concentrate and play this game!" Michael Jordan said.

Michael Jordan dribbled, I came out again to block the pick-and-roll, Jordan shook his body, broke through from the other side, dodged Bruce Bowen's pinch, and hit the inside, Tim Duncan came over to make up for the defense, and Steve Smith, who was defending Richard Hamilton, was already moving, trying to wrap up again.

Richard Hamilton was empty, Michael Jordan didn't look at a diagonal pass, Richard Hamilton received the basketball, jumped on the spot, closed out, the posture was beautiful and standard, and the basketball got into the basket.

Spurs attack.

I pressed tightly against Tim Duncan at the top of the arc, Brandon Haywood on the left side of the paint area, Christian Leitner on the right, and the three of us were tightly guarding the Restricted Area. Richard Hamilton and Michael Jordan are like two moving machines grasping on the outside to protect our defense, three or two in combination! The tactics arranged by Collins for the game.

Tim Duncan took the ball, and I dropped my weight and put my forearm on Tim Duncan, trying to keep him from turning and facing the basket.

Tim Duncan held the ball and turned sharply to the left, and I moved to the left, but Tim Duncan quickly turned to the right, and before my center of gravity moved back, he slapped the ball to the ground and hit the paint.

I've been passed!

I quickly turned and chased after him, and Tim Duncan jumped high under the basket, facing the two thick arms stretched out from both sides, and shouted, raising the basketball with both hands for a dunk.

I was spinning fast, my feet were moving, I was jumping, jumping very high, and in the air, I seemed to be looking down on Tim Duncan, my hands firmly pressed against the basketball that hadn't been shot yet, and I panicked! It was Tim Duncan's finger under my hand.

Tim Duncan was pinned to the ground by me, and the basketball fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle sounded!

Press the ball!

Foul!

But this is a very morale-boosting foul, so that the basketball in the hands of the opponent's main power forward dies in his hands, even the foul is worth cheering. The DJs at the scene were constantly driving the atmosphere of the fans in the stadium, and the phrase "Kwame Brown" was constantly stretched and shouted.

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