Champion Creed
Chapter 761 - 761 258 For the legends of Atlanta you must have the utmost respect asking for monthly tickets!_6

761: 258: For the legends of Atlanta, you must have the utmost respect (asking for monthly tickets!)_6 761: 258: For the legends of Atlanta, you must have the utmost respect (asking for monthly tickets!)_6 “Kobe, you really should take a look at that book I sent you!” Phil Jackson said, and was reminded of another frustrating matter.

This Christmas, he had carefully selected a parenting book for Kobe, “Escape from Bear Island”.

Considering Kobe’s education, Phil Jackson thought a parenting book would be just right.

The book’s content was roughly about a little bear who was trapped on an island facing threats from a big villainous dinosaur, and in the end, the little bear and many other small animals work together to escape the island.

The story was simple, and its meaning was clear: it was to tell Kobe to learn to cooperate and to work closely with his teammates.

But the next day, the Zen Master saw the book in the locker room trash can.

Bringing it up now felt a bit like rehashing old issues.

And Kobe responded with a retort the Zen Master couldn’t argue with, “Forget it, to hell with the damn book.

Why should the little bear have to escape the island?

Why not try to defeat the dinosaur instead?”

It turned out Kobe hadn’t ignored the book, but he had read it and still considered it garbage, so he threw it away.

His mindset couldn’t be changed.

Kobe refused to cooperate, and the Zen Master couldn’t persuade him, while O’Neal lost control of the locker room.

All that was left for this Lakers team was destruction.

In the second half, O’Neal played listlessly, basically giving up the fight.

In the first play, Kobe took an unreasonable shot and furiously missed, which completely crashed Shaq’s already weakened nerves.

As Roger passed Shaq on the way to the other half, he said with a smile, “I really envy you for having the greatest Kobe Bryant, not me.

Go on, go embrace your ‘truth’.”

O’Neal looked at Roger but didn’t counter.

In that moment, for the first time, Shaq wondered, “Was it really the right decision to leave Orlando?

Was Roger truly that unacceptable?”

By the end of the third quarter, the Hawks were still ahead by 30 points, and the game had completely lost suspense.

In the fourth quarter, the Hawks’ starters didn’t even take the court.

But Roger stood on the sidelines the whole time, hands on hips, gaze never leaving the court.

The camera occasionally focused on Roger at court side; his gaze was constant, as if he were deep in thought.

Roger wasn’t thinking, he was just remembering the ’98-’99 season, recalling every anxious night, every doubt he had about himself.

Now, Roger could finally say goodbye to all of that.

He was back.

He had taken down all his opponents, avenged everyone, even left the commissioner with his hands tied.

In the most formidable manner, he resumed his rightful place!

“Beep!!!”

The buzzer sounded, Roger watched the falling confetti, staring into the air with a smile.

That’s right, this was the familiar ending he knew.

On the streets of Atlanta, people had already plunged into madness.

From behind the commentator’s booth, Marv Albert exclaimed, “A playoffs record of 15 wins and no losses!

Roger has done it all here in Los Angeles!

Ladies and gentlemen, the most dominant team in North American sports history has been born!

Roger said he would conquer, and indeed, he has flattened this place!

No, he has flattened the entire league!

This is the greatest and most fantastical season in professional sports history!”

O’Neal and Kobe walked off the court expressionless, without saying a word to each other.

At that moment, a fan in Hawks’ apparel pointed at Shaq and shouted, “You think you deserve the Finals MVP?

No, without Roger you wouldn’t even have a championship, not even a single win in the finals!

Swept from the playoffs for the third year in a row, that’s what you are, that’s what you are!

He made you think you could control everything, but you’re nothing compared to Roger; leaving him was the biggest mistake of your life!

Without him, you’re worthless!”

Shaq left with his head hung low, offering no rebuttal.

He couldn’t offer a rebuttal.

When Roger won the championship in ’98, Shaq had an excuse; after all, Roger hadn’t beaten him personally, and after all, his best support wasn’t even 20 years old yet.

But this year, when Roger won the championship again, Shaq’s fig leaf had been completely torn away.

They had both changed teams, they had fought on their own, both making it back to the finals.

All the disputes of past years could be laid to rest in this year’s finals.

But Roger’s victory was unequivocal, proving his three Finals MVPs with the Magic were truly well-deserved.

Shaq lost without a trace of dignity, but that was Roger’s dominance.

Neither Jordan nor Shaq, Roger’s main rivals, had ever beaten him, not once.

If you’re only evenly matched with your main rivals, what kind of dominance is that?

Phil Jackson sighed as he watched a dispirited Kobe and Shaq.

How was he to lead them?

How could he fully unleash their potential?

In the end, he glanced at Roger.

How could he win against him just once?

The Lakers’ players and coaches gradually left, and the Staples Center became a celebration ground for the Hawks.

When Paul Pierce threw a whole cooler of Gatorade over Lenny Wilkens’s head, when Pippen sat on the bench covering his face and weeping, when Marion lay excited on the floor and Roger slowly took the court, leaping onto the commentator’s platform and taking a deep breath.

It had been a long time since he’d been up here; the air was still so sweet, and the view from up here was still so magnificent.

Those who thought Roger’s reign was over, those who saw Tim Duncan as the future, must be so disappointed right now.

For with an overwhelmingly dominant and perfect season, Roger had set out on the path to revive his dynasty!

Roger crouched down, fist-bumped Marv Albert, and then shouted through Albert’s microphone that broadcasted to the entire world, “Hey, where’s my crown?

Bring it on; the crown belongs back on the head of the true King!”

In the stands, Bruce Levenson applauded while rising to his feet, “Let’s go; although it’s still Ted taking the stage to receive the award this year, we should still go and say hello to those beasts, especially number 14, that guy is our sports industry’s key asset.”

Steve Belkin, with his eyes fixed on Roger, wagged his finger.

“Mind your words, Bruce; it’s not ‘that guy,’ nor ‘asset.'”

“Do you understand the concept of an unbeaten playoffs?

Do you know how terrifying an achievement that is?”

“You should call him a legend!”

“Anyone should uphold a basic sense of reverence for Atlanta’s legend.”

“Bruce, you’d better too.”

(Today I posted one chapter, combining ten thousand words to end the season directly.)