Champion Creed
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725: 248: The Retribution of the Haughty (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_3 725: 248: The Retribution of the Haughty (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_3 Before the All-Star game, he arrogantly said everyone else was selfish and waved his moral flag, but when it came to shooting, he didn’t hesitate at all.

He had always been quietly offending people, constantly parading his sense of superiority, without even realizing it himself.

Today was Roger’s little retribution against this arrogant person.

Ray Allen was stung by Roger’s words and vulgarly exploded, “Fuck!

I’ll win, I’ll win at least one game!

Don’t think you can get through easily, you bastard who thinks he can beat everything!”

He couldn’t stand the frustration, and most importantly, he couldn’t stand losing to a conceited, narcissistic, self-righteous asshole like Roger who loves to mock others!

Roger wasn’t angry, just waved his hand, his tone calm, “Save it, I’m already thinking about the next round of opponents.”

Those words left Ray Allen dumbfounded, his eyes, which were full of unwillingness, suddenly became vacant.

He felt like a worm.

Roger had just happened to roll over him.

The sharpshooter’s heart was pierced by the bullet Roger shot.

For the third game, Roger’s old friend, “Dominique Wilkins,” came to Milwaukee to cheer on the advancement battle of his team, the Hawks.

But what he saw was an incredibly ugly game.

The Bucks, back at home, didn’t bounce back with a surge but lost all fighting spirit.

It was not just Ray Allen, the entire Bucks team had their spirit doused.

Last season they were swept, yet they managed to play decently on the surface.

But this season?

Losing by 66 points in two games, that’s just too much to accept.

Ray Allen, completely shell-shocked, shot 2 for 9, scoring only 6 points.

“Big Dog” Robinson with 17 points, shooting 33%.

Only Cassell’s performance could be called manly, with 21 points and 7 assists amid adversity.

But even god got jealous of his looks, didn’t want him to be a hero, thus the Bucks lost the game.

At the last moment of the game, Eric Snow casually threw a three-pointer from the outside, aiming not to increase his turnover count.

Snow, like most point guards who are as retro as dinosaur fossils, had no clue what a long shot was.

They were fit for the era without a three-point line, where they would bellow loudly while passing by the book.

So, Snow’s three-pointer was really just a casual throw, he knew he couldn’t make it and wasn’t thinking about scoring at all.

Then “swish,” the ball went through the net cleanly.

Eric Snow was stunned; usually, when he seriously aimed, he couldn’t make it, but today, a casual shot went in?

He was inflicted with a strong sense of embarrassment by his own hand.

This unexpected three-pointer led to an unexpected result—the Hawks were now leading by 30 points.

That is, in all three games of the first round of the playoffs, the Hawks won by 30 points.

Seeing this, Roger, who was leaning on the bench, turned to Wilkins and asked, “Dom, has this ever happened before?”

“What?”

“Winning the playoff series by 96 points, averaging a 32-point victory per game, it’s insane!

You started playing in the ’80s, has anything like this happened before in your memory?”

Dominique Wilkins thought for a while, “Something similar happened, in the ’86 playoffs first round, the Lakers swept the Spurs 3-0, averaging a 31.7-point victory, which was the record for the largest average margin of victory in a series.

Congratulations, Roger, you just broke another fucking record.

Damn, you’re really going to make history in the new millennium!”

Roger looked surprised, “You remember such a niche record so clearly?”

“You know,” Wilkins shrugged, “my good friend Artis Gilmore was the starting center for that Spurs team, and that round of the series made him dislike the Skyhook to this day, so I remember it very clearly.”

“Alright,” Roger looked at Ray Allen, who was displeased, “I’m not afraid to have one more person who doesn’t like me.”

—————–

With an average victory margin of 32 points in the series, Roger sets yet another historical record!

Apart from the ’86 Lakers’ first-round average victory of 31.7 points over the Spurs, there has been no series with an average victory margin above 28 points in history.

Roger continues to add glory to his spectacular season, and he’ll have a completely different ending than Michael!

— “Atlanta Journal-Constitution.”

Everything about Michael is being erased because Roger is doing it better.

Give it ten years, no, maybe five, and Michael and Roger won’t even be on the same level anymore.

Wait, considering that Roger saved Atlanta and Michael couldn’t save New York, this could shrink to three years.

— “The New York Times.”

Roger’s hubris will inevitably harm him; he always thinks he can handle everything, but look at last season, without Steve and Scott, he also couldn’t win the championship!

— Ray Allen discussing Roger at a press conference.

I’ve been compared to him since high school, but this round of the series clarified everything.

Don’t compare me to him anymore, it’s simply an insult to me.

— Roger’s merciless retort.

The Hawks’ “kill you all” mode hasn’t been turned off yet, showing the consistency only great teams have.

Many people compare the ’96 Bulls to the ’00 Hawks because they both secured 72 wins.

All I can say is that’s a foolish comparison, like comparing Ray Allen to Roger.

Alright, get ready to bleed again.

I’m not just talking about Philadelphia or Charlotte, but every playoff team, you’re facing the most unbeatable opponent in history.

— Bill Simmons, Yahoo Sports column.