Champion Creed
Chapter 621 - 621 220 The Great Nomadic Dynasty

621: 220: The Great Nomadic Dynasty?

(Vote for us with monthly tickets!) 621: 220: The Great Nomadic Dynasty?

(Vote for us with monthly tickets!) Because of physical exhaustion, Roger nearly fell as he jumped down and had to brace himself with his hands to avoid embarrassment.

But at this moment, Roger didn’t care about these small mistakes.

If you think about how Paris could mistakenly refer to South Korea as North Korea at an event like the Olympics, you’d realize that most mistakes in life are trivial.

After Roger stood back up, he walked straight to the first row of the stands by the scorer’s table.

Andy’s eyes were reddened, but his expression was a smile.

The last six months of his life felt like a dream to him.

One day, Roger and Stevie Smith suddenly appeared in his room, making a promise to do everything possible to win the championship.

Then, they really brought this team, filled with various tragedies over the past 30 years, back to the finals.

And just now, right before his eyes, they delivered that historic blow, preventing the Jazz from taking the game back to Salt Lake City, and he witnessed the moment his team won the championship.

Andy was utterly content; his life held no regrets!

He stood up with all his might and threw himself into Roger’s arms.

“Thank you, Roger, you are a real superhero.”

“No, Andy, you’re our superhero.”

David Stern, prepared to attend the award ceremony, watched this scene and silently applauded in the players’ tunnel.

This was what Roger brought to the NBA.

He brought not just victory, but also a positive, uplifting influence that revitalized a declining city.

That’s why David Stern believed that Roger could replace Michael Jordan.

Next to David Stern, NBA Executive Vice President Rod Thorn shook his head:

“I really don’t know what to make of Roger.

Remember, a few years ago when Roger slapped Pat Riley, I was in charge of that case, investigating whether Roger did it on purpose.

Although we concluded that Roger had hit Riley unintentionally, personally, I felt he did it on purpose.

He’s defiant; he would deliberately inflict real harm to punish his opponents, purposely make me, the investigator, wait for him at the training center for three hours, and he’s had conflicts with many of his teammates.

He’s a real asshole.

But now, he’s a good guy, becoming a role model for countless youths in America—no, across the world.

And then, he won so many championships.”

“David, which one is the real him?”

“Both are the real him,” David Stern replied, “He’s not a perfect person, not an amiable teammate, and he certainly isn’t fundamentally a good person.

However, no one in the world can deny that he’s a great basketball player.

That’s the person we’re looking for.”

“The person we’re looking for?”

“The spokesperson for the league’s image!”

Atlanta’s first championship in 30 years, Roger’s fourth consecutive personal championship.

No matter how you look at it, Roger’s honors now shine brighter than Michael Jordan’s in 1993.

Because of his deep bond with Atlanta, Roger’s identity issue was also somewhat resolved.

Moreover, the point David Stern was most satisfied with was…

he didn’t have to worry about Roger retiring on a whim!

If you’re not going to promote someone like that, then who would you promote?

On the court, after hugging Andy, Roger truly began today’s crazy celebration.

Big Ben brought out a flag that had been prepared in advance, waving it on the court.

Against the backdrop of the flag, Roger, wearing a red championship cap, raised one arm and supported the staggering Pippen with the other, with the resolute-looking Kurt Thomas by his side.

Then, Roger shouted three times, “Fight!

Fight!

Fight!”

This was another iconic image for the world.

By now, the award stand had been fully set up on site.

The Hawks players, full of passion, mounted the stage, with cheers so loud that they made David Stern’s eardrums severely congest, causing his ears to ache.

However, amidst those cheers, there were a few comically absurd exchanges between the Hawks players.

“Damn it, who just stepped on me?

Bruce, is that fucking you again!?”

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it.

Professional habit; I see a gap and I want to fill it.”

“Damn it, someone chop off his foot!”

Bill Russell smiled and applauded; this year, he would finally present the award to a different championship team, yet he still had to present it to the same player.

For two consecutive seasons, different teams won the championship, but the Finals MVP was the same, an unprecedented event.

Ted Turner and General Manager Pete Babcock also stepped up to the platform.

The older man in the red cap rushed excitedly towards Roger and embraced him tightly.

It turned out that Ted Turner’s decision last summer was incredibly correct.

In a basketball game with only five players, a superstar can often change everything.

So Ted Turner always harbored this obsession, “Why shouldn’t I sign the strongest superstar?”

Then, he indeed got the strongest superstar by a stroke of luck.

And this superstar truly brought Atlanta the championship!

Everything was like an unreal dream!

“That’s why the Hawks are going to build statues for John Gabriel and Rich DeVos!” Magic teased.

Recalling what Orlando had done, one really must exclaim: greatness and absurdity are only a step apart.

After a brief speech, David Stern shook hands with Ted Turner, who wore a red cap.

After this, the hefty O’Brien Trophy was handed over to Ted Turner.