Champion Creed
Chapter 488 - 488 182 He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

488: 182: He can now guzzle the blood of his enemies!

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(Requesting monthly tickets!)_2 Krause was very satisfied with McGrady’s performance, although the trade for Pippen was not going smoothly due to injury issues, but he believed there would definitely be a lottery team willing to take the risk.

However, after McGrady had left, Jerry Krause received bad news from the team’s sports medicine expert, “Tracy was born with spinal scoliosis, and with a condition like that, playing professional basketball, he could last at most five to six years.

Of course, there’s a possibility of a miracle, but Tracy is unlikely to maintain his health over a long period.”

This news struck Krause like lightning from a clear sky, “How many teams do you think know about this?”

“I think any team that has worked him out knows this, scoliosis is not exactly a hidden danger that’s difficult to find.”

Krause fell silent, with this, McGrady’s draft position became even more uncertain.

He possessed top-level talent and fame, yet also carried a serious risk of injury.

Would any team be willing to take a gamble on him?

Would he, himself, take a gamble on him?

Tracy McGrady became the biggest uncertainty of this year’s draft.

And Roger could never have imagined, that his actions last summer, purely for fun, promoting McGrady early, might also affect him…

At the moment, Roger was preparing for tomorrow’s Game 5 of the Finals.

The day before the game, even though the Salt Lake City media were still ranting about “miracles” and “comebacks”, words that made people feel sick.

But these self-consoling articles couldn’t change one fact—the Jazz’s time was up.

At that time, Joe Abunassar came into Roger’s room with a big package.

When opened, it revealed a huge, championship trophy-shaped glass container.

Abunassar, looking at this giant glass artifact, was very curious, “First the four cases of wine in the locker room, and now this thing.

Can you tell me, what the hell are you up to?”

“You’ll know tomorrow, Old Joe.

I’m a bit hungry, help me order some room service.”

“Are you serious, Roger?

You’re starting to use room service?

I know you haven’t been with a woman for a long time, but room service…

What price range?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?

I’m talking about the legitimate room service, get me something to eat, spaghetti!”

Roger was truly speechless, me, a respectable person who has only one-night stands with Cindy Crawford, to be misunderstood by people.

Ridiculous!

Soon, the hotel delivery arrived at the room door, and Joe Abunassar went to pick it up.

Just as Roger was about to start on the spaghetti with knife and fork, Abunassar started complaining about the waiter who just delivered the meal, “One meal, five people to deliver.

Even if they knew it was for you, isn’t that a bit too much?”

“What did you say?” Roger became alert.

“I’m saying, just now there were five people in total to deliver this plate of spaghetti for you, and each of them looked nervous.”

Roger put down the knife and fork, thankfully he hadn’t eaten it yet.

This was almost identical to Jordan’s “poisoned pizza incident.”

But one could also see, the people of Salt Lake City really were out of options.

“Old Joe, get in touch with Eric for me.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“I want him to help me call the police, get the department of health and safety.

I want the whole world to know just how bad the down-to-earth Salt Lake City fans are.

I want the whole world to know how unscrupulous they are in trying to take me down.”

“Huh?” Joe Abunassar looked baffled.

“Just do it.”

The next day, the whole world saw the news.

“Poisonous ingredients were detected in the food delivered to Roger by the hotel staff of the Magic Team, police are involved in the investigation!”

This was shocking news, throughout the entire history of the NBA, no fans had ever dared to disrupt the opposing team’s star player in such a manner.

People had seen Bostonians tamper with the air conditioning and flooring of the Garden.

They had seen the Spurs place cute little animals (bats, snakes) in the visitor’s locker room.

But poison in a player’s meal?

Marv Albert, the commentator, couldn’t help but shout upon hearing the news, “Salt Lake City, don’t go too far!”

This news shamed the fans of Salt Lake City, losing the game is not scary, what’s scary is that they did not lose with integrity.

Steve Jones concluded in discussing the poisoning incident, “I think this is the best proof of Roger’s terrifying dominance.

The fans in Salt Lake City must be desperate to resort to such measures against Roger.”

The fans in Salt Lake City felt ashamed, of course, because the incident was exposed.

If Roger had really suffered from food poisoning like Jordan and played poorly, they would have cheered.

But unfortunately for them, Roger would no longer give the Salt Lake City fans any more chances.

In Roger’s view, for the Jazz Team’s strength, winning one game was already their limit.

In the original history of the ’97 Finals, it went 4-2 purely because Jordan was really unlucky.

Apart from the well-known “Flu Game” (which was actually food poisoning), the Bulls encountered an unbelievable mishap in Game 4 of the series.

Due to the staff’s negligence, they mistakenly gave the players a drink called “GatorLode” thinking it was Gatorade during a break.

GatorLode, also a product of the Gatorade brand, had somewhat similar packaging but entirely different effects.

GatorLode was a heavy drink used to create carbohydrates, intended to provide a larger energy boost than Gatorade.

However, overconsumption could make players feel as if they “ate twenty baked potatoes in one go.”