The Wizards' upset night in Los Angeles, the casinos in Las Vegas were unaffected.

The cards are slid on a long green table. A, King, diamonds, spades – all losers. The man sitting on podium 23 had been losing for more than an hour, losing what could be a lifetime of savings for most people.

"Go on, give me, give me the cards!" Michael Jordan ordered, pushing another $5,000 chip up. He loves to compete, but is more eager for adventurous competitions with strong excitement. He indulged in an adrenaline-pumping moment that was a powerful shock that most mortals would never experience.

After the season was reimbursed, the thirst for excitement drove him to this blackjack gamble, and on the night the Wizards challenged the Lakers on the road, in Las Vegas, he wanted to make himself forget the trivialities of life in the city that never sleeps.

"Give me the cards," he continued to the sexy dealer dealing.

Over the past 18 years, his love of gambling has become an addictive habit. Because most of real life is devoid of exciting risks, but is filled with tedium and trivialities that lack joy. It was like jail time for Jordan.

And it's "crazy" to have a big gambling night like tonight, which is the highest level of excitement in Jordan's country, representing thrills and extraordinary excitement.

Jordan played 21 until the wee hours of the morning, losing $500,000 at one point, but he refused to stop and continued to dive into it, completely amplifying his gambler mentality, like all gamblers who lose big – increasing their bets and playing multiple games at the same time – to improve their chances of recovering their losses.

At about 3 a.m., he called for a cup of coffee and lit a cigar. Jordan's team — bodyguards, assistants, secretaries and friends — decided to gamble all night. Instead, Jordan's mates yawned. One of his companions whispered to Jordan that it was late and that his body needed more rest than his wallet: maybe it was time to stop.

Jordan didn't seem to hear it. Maybe he should consider taking a break, partner added gently, considering that his body is recovering, and considering that the Wizards haven't completely lost their playoff hopes, he should rest on time as the doctor said, shouldn't he? He himself knows that he needs rest now more than ever, doesn't he?

Jordan ignored the implicit exhortations. Ten years ago, all-night gambling was a trivial matter for him. At that point, he could go to Atlantic City during the playoffs, play all night, return to New York the next day, wreak havoc on the Knicks like a mackerel, taunt the opposing coach, pit Spike Lee, get forty or fifty points, and then talk off the court about the hand he lost 18 hours ago after doubling down on blackjack. No one ever inquired about his way of life; No one is asking now. This shows that basketball has long made a deal with him: coaches and top managers agree to take on the burden of his unhealthy life and desires. They accepted his vagaries and knew that the restless side of his heart was the other side of his unmatched determination.

He often trains to the exhaustion while his teammates are asleep. He arrived at the training court earlier than anyone else, did more stretching, and after a long night flight, came to the Wizards' MCI Center on his own, shot alone for an hour and then another hour, and he tried to regain the feeling of the jumper and bring himself back to the old days. In most things, he is an over-the-top representative.

For him, any loss is a shame.

"Deal," he shouted, and the dealer at table 23 dealt him three decks of cards – and the result was three discarded decks of $10,000 each. He's now draining cash and chips.

The assistant occasionally whispered something to him. But Jordan didn't say a word, focusing on a new deck of cards and his dwindling stack. He upped the ante and started playing a $15,000 hand and drinking more coffee, eventually turning the tide around 4 a.m.

Is he satisfied? No.

He rejected another suggestion to go home and rest, and continued to gamble that he would win tomorrow's breakfast, lunch and dinner, three at once, and end up winning about $600,000.

Jordan looked jubilant, as if in a frenzy, eagerly declaring his victory, happily trash-talking, "Keep dealing me cards, give me those damn cards, you bastards are going to rob the bank and pay me then!" ”

He didn't stop at all and played until about 8 a.m. the next morning, when he walked to the casino exit with his arms raised as if he had won a tie-break in a playoff series.

"Michael, have you heard about Dennis?" Tim Grover, who was with Jordan all night, asked.

Jordan smiled, as if remembering the night he had sat side by side with Rodman.

That weird Dennis, that Denise who was never understood, that woman wear lover in a wedding dress, a blonde wig, and a 25-year lead of the politically correct pundit no longer plays basketball, but he's still an outlier and comes with a couple of weird legal @ questions.

"I heard that Dennis is going to spend $100,000 to settle this?" Jordan was referring to Rodman's assault on the chest of a female dealer at this casino the other day.

"No, it's another thing." Grover said, "He shoved the dice into another dealer's **"

Jordan let out his muffled chuckle and rolled his eyes. He has his buddies by his side – Grover, George Khloe and bodyguard Larry Wooton – who will be by the trapeze's side for past and years to come, and his buddies know him in a way that his teammates can't understand.

Jordan tried to probe: "Does Dennis think this can help him?" ”

"That's Dennis, no one knows what he's thinking." Grover said.

"It looks like this." What Jordan said he didn't know at the time was that Rodman was caressing the dealer somewhere while putting the dice where they shouldn't.

Jordan smiled, and finally looked into the distance, and he remembered the game, remembered the struggle before his injury, remembered the way he worked the training court, and he jumped into the air again and again to shoot, and those shots arced gracefully and hit every shot.

"Ugh." He sighed, his mind returning to Rodman, still trying to imagine where the idea of a man who would put the dice in ** in order to change his good fortune came from, and he wondered how desperate Rodman would have to be to find luck like that.

"Hey!" Jordan suddenly shouted to the people around him. He suddenly felt that Rodman's story had a deeper meaning, and that it was true for all gambling — blackjack, dice betting, basketball. "That madness doesn't work," he whispered. "That's all a matter of luck!" The phrase sounded contemptuous. He thinks Rodman doesn't understand the point of how things work. "You have to find that feeling," he continued, "and be smart." If you feel it, you can win. That's why I can still win back even if I lose 500,000. I feel that way. ”

People will forget the night Jordan lost money, and they won't be stupid enough to ask him why he lost money and don't know that he didn't feel it.

That's something that only an "anti-Mike" like Yu Fei would do.

They are all followers of Mike.

Jordan looked around, as if worried that someone was eavesdropping, and then, he asked Grover, "Do you think I can make a comeback in the playoffs?" ”

"Of course," Grover said, "if they make the playoffs!" ”

Jordan was confident about that, "I can come back, I can come back now, I feel good." It's a feeling, that feeling I know I'm going to win. It's not luck, it's not luck at all. ”

So why don't you make a comeback?

Although no one asked, Jordan himself would have said.

"But I need to teach the kid a lesson, he needs to understand something, and that is that this team has left me"

Before Jordan could finish speaking, the assistant brought a message.

The Wizards defeated the fully fitted Lakers on the road last night.

Yu Fei had 30 points, 14 rebounds and 12 assists, and hit the whistle at the last minute.

Now the Wizards are eighth in the East, and the morale of the team is high.

Playoffs, seems to be expected?

"This game should have ended a long time ago!" Jordan lost that feeling of being in control, "Why the didn't anyone tell me about this?!!! ”

No one would remind Jordan that it was his own rule not to talk about the game on "gambling night".

Everyone just fell silent and waited for Jordan to calm down.

In Los Angeles, after Yu Fei's hit, he was praised to the sky, and his teammates recognized his status as the boss and strongly invited him to participate in the "post-game celebration party".

In the past, Yu Fei refused to hang out with them in nightclubs, but now the situation seems to be different.

They defeated the formidable Lakers, with a unified goal and a subservience to Fei's leadership, who would look out of place if they turned down an invitation on the night he fully proved himself.

Therefore, Yu Fei joined in.

As he expected, the "post-race celebrations" were accompanied by beer, junk food, and unscrupulous flesh and bones.

What's worse is that someone figured out Yu Fei's "temperament", and they arranged for Yu Fei a mixed-race child with a figure similar to Renko Baihua, her name is Rachel.

Yu Fei originally wanted to leave, but then Taryn Lula stopped him, "Fry, don't worry, she's your fan, she loves your performance in the NBA, every Asian American is proud of you, she's just willing to pay more than other fans who like you." ”

Then, Jasidy White laughed and said, "What's the big deal about relaxing?" ”

Yu Fei was convinced.

yes, it's been tense for more than half a year, what's the big deal about relaxing?

What's more, they are really accurate in their selection.

On this night, Yu Fei lost his virginity and another indecent virginity.

It's just that happy times always go by very quickly.

The next day, Yu Fei was eating breakfast with Rachel, when suddenly, Yu Fei's assistant Alex Clark called urgently: "There is news that MJ wants to make a comeback in the last week of the regular season."

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