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733: 251: The Arrogant God and the Opponent Begging for Mercy on Their Knees (Seeking Monthly Votes!) 733: 251: The Arrogant God and the Opponent Begging for Mercy on Their Knees (Seeking Monthly Votes!) Sprewell definitely didn’t want to become Roger’s toy; he was trying to sign a big contract this summer, so he needed the whole league to know he was worth it.

And 50 points?

This bastard really dares to say it!

Roger had scored 50 points several times in the regular season, and Jamal Mashburn had experienced it.

But in the playoffs, Roger only had one experience of scoring 50 points in a single game.

That happened in 1997, in the legendary series between Magic and Knicks.

In Game 1, Roger made eight three-pointers by halftime, breaking the record created by Jordan and also smashed his first career 50 points.

But making eight three-pointers in the first half isn’t a record you can replicate easily, not even for Roger himself.

Without the small probability event of halftime eight three-pointers, performance of 50 playoff points is delusional!

Sprewell would never allow himself to be labeled as “a poor bugger who got scored 50 points on in the playoffs”, once affixed, he would never secure the contract he desired.

He was already 30, and this was likely his last chance to land a major contract; he couldn’t let it slip by!

Spree started to run more aggressively on the offensive end, to score as well as to further exhaust Roger.

However, this Heat offense didn’t go to Spree, Allan Houston made a stable mid-range shot after cutting out.

Roger spread his arms, “Don’t waste your effort, even your teammates don’t believe you can score over me, you loser.”

“Ha, you think I care about stats like you?

You cancer!”

“You don’t care about stats?

Who was it that wildly shot the ball on the Warriors, and after being scolded by the head coach ‘you should pass more actively’, nearly strangled his own coach?

Admit it, it’s not that you don’t care, you just aren’t qualified to pad stats!”

Roger, while spraying trash talk with Sprewell, raised his hand again, demanding the ball.

He was going to play one-on-one again!

Sprewell was right about one thing; Roger was a tumor today.

It was just a tumor basketball that his teammates were willing to cooperate with.

Roger closed in on Sprewell, and now Spree didn’t know whether to guard the shot or the breakthrough.

Last season, he could mark Roger aggressively without worry because he had the entire team backing him up defensively.

But this season, the area from the three-point line to the free throw line was a vacuum, and Sprewell received no protection there.

He was in a dilemma.

He had a feeling that he was playing a kind of basketball completely different from before.

He and Roger were like two knights of the Middle Ages, engaged in a duel to the death.

No external interference, just two men face-to-face, either take out the opponent or be taken out.

A part of the charm of this sport vanished tonight; no teamwork, no clever tactical maneuvering.

Two men were dueling while the other eight became spectators.

But the cruelty and excitement of the sport heightened—it was a bloody scene where one player destroyed another.

After approaching Sprewell, Roger only made a motion of looking at the hoop, then slightly lifted his center of gravity, and Sprewell jumped.

His nerves were too taut, overreacting to every rustle of the wind.

Roger slipped by him, even turning back to throw him a glance.

Then the jump shot, the release.

The spear strikes down, piercing through the armor.

One man stands, another falls.

Kobe Bryant, in front of the TV, smacked his thigh hard: “That’s right, this kind of basketball is right!

Damn Phil Jackson and Shaq when will they ever learn to play the game the right way?”

Kobe hated the triangle offense, and he hated giving the ball to that waste, Shaq, even more.

Playing like Roger, didn’t it make basketball simple?

Roger scored again, now 12 points.

Sprewell felt a chill down his spine, realizing that all this was targeted.

Roger wanted to completely destroy him!

Sprewell thought of the swagger in the summer league, of the series of actions and statements before, of that sentence in front of the interviewers, “Roger without Shaq isn’t scary.”

Then, for the first time, a thought popped into his head, “Did I bring this on myself?”

He had thought about it when Roger was riding his face in the regular season, but the thought was fleeting because at that time he still fantasized about getting revenge.

But now, the thought permanently stayed in his head.

But it was too late.

Last season’s unexpected tremendous success had caused Sprewell’s confidence to inflate to the extreme.

For him, last season’s every bit was like soaring to the sky from the low valleys.

What did Sprewell go through before going to the Heat?

Because of the “choking incident” he was suspended for a year, and his three-year contract remaining with the Warriors was even voided.

Only after submitting the case to arbitration and getting the contract voided overturned, did the league maintain the suspension for 68 games.

Only when that gentle big boy who liked to lie on the scorer’s table looking at the stars showed up, did the suspension record get broken.

And since there’s no salary during a suspension, Sprewell basically lost a year’s worth of contract money.

Who would have known, he would still not stop there; during the suspension, Sprewell got house arrested for three months due to reckless driving causing injury to two individuals.

Sometimes you really don’t know what’s going on in the minds of these smart fellows.

He had completely trashed his own reputation, at the time almost everyone thought his professional career was utterly ruined.

What team would let such a bastard play basketball?