Champion Creed
Chapter 847 - 847 282 There are no small roles here; everyone is a big figure!

847: 282: There are no small roles here; everyone is a big figure!

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(Requesting monthly votes!)_2 Reeves was stunned: “What!?

Are you serious?”

“Alright, I’ve been healthy all season, nothing’s going to happen.”

Hornacek finished extracting fluid, and Michael Reeves completed his massage, leaving an hour before practice began.

So the two of them and the trainer watched TV in the therapy room; almost all sports channels were gearing up for tonight’s finals.

Unbeatable Lakers VS Legendary Hawks, this series had the highest traffic since Jordan Knicks VS Roger Magic.

The League would do everything to promote, and major TV stations would do anything for this wave of traffic.

ESPN was replaying last night’s exclusive interview show, the star being Roger.

Most of the program wasn’t too interesting, with the host asking very routine questions.

It wasn’t until the show’s end that something interesting happened.

On site, the host played a highlight for Roger: “Michael Reeves’ playoff highlight.”

In the video, Michael Reeves was either sitting at the end of the bench in a daze or standing up waving a towel.

There was also a time he attempted to high-five Pierce as he left the court, but was ignored by the oblivious Pierce, forcing him to high-five himself to ease the awkwardness.

These clips were quite funny, evidently making fun of the little role played by Michael Reeves.

ESPN had no malice, just looking for some fun.

After all, in this monumental clash, the ones under the spotlight were always Roger, Kobe, Shaq, Grant Hill, and Pierce.

Minor roles?

Either unnoticed or ridiculed like Michael Reeves.

They appeared extremely insignificant amidst this grand battle.

“Damn, what a trash host.” The masseur didn’t expect the show to feature such a segment.

Surely, some bad news automatically surfaces even if you’d rather not accept it.

Just like twenty-something years later when you’re casually scrolling on your phone and discover the national team lost 7-0, like unexpectedly being fed a mouthful of dirt.

But Michael Reeves wasn’t angry, because this program was a rerun, he had watched it last night.

And what Roger was about to say next, Reeves liked very much.

After watching Reeves’ “highlight,” Roger didn’t laugh; he seriously told the host, “I want to say, Michael really works hard, why should we make fun of someone who works hard?

Regardless, he is a member of the Atlanta Hawks, he’s indispensable.

In my opinion, there are no minor roles on our team, everyone is a big player capable of changing the game.”

In the therapy room, those who hadn’t seen last night’s program exchanged glances.

Jeff Hornacek couldn’t help but smile, recalling Roger helping him deal with Jerry Stackhouse during the regular season.

“Surprised?

This is Roger.

He doesn’t mind being a villain and bad guy outside, but only we know who he truly is.”

Michael Reeves stared at Roger on the TV screen, deciding to end his rest.

This was just something Roger said on the program, merely some words.

But when a superstar is willing to speak out for a little role like Reeves, all is to be considered anew.

Reeves left the therapy room, ready to continue shooting.

Whether he gets to play or not, he must ensure he’s ready when Lenny Wilkens calls his name.

An hour later, Hawks players gradually arrived at Emory Healthcare Center.

From the moment he entered the locker room, Roger had a serious face, his eyes glued to the TV outside regular training time.

“Will the Los Angeles Lakers taste the first playoff defeat at the Philips Arena?”

“Breaking news from the front-line reporter, the Los Angeles Lakers prepared for a nap, and will head to the venue after resting.”

“Shaquille O’Neal says Atlanta Hawks is a special team, so they might only lose by single digits.”

“I simply can’t predict what will happen tonight; it’s one of the most anticipated matchups in NBA’s history!”

“For the Hawks, this truly is a huge challenge, hey, you can’t expect Paul Pierce to save the day again, can you?”

Information about tonight’s game hasn’t ceased on TV, and the atmosphere of the battle brewed within the locker room.

Minor players momentarily faded in presence, as everyone’s focus was on the stars.

After the nap and eating a bit, the Hawks’ team security manager Romero Collins told everyone: “Alright guys, time to board the bus to Philips Arena!”

Roger was the first to stand up; he’d been waiting too long for this call.

It had been a long time since he felt so excited for a game.

Next to the team bus doors, general managers Pete Babcock and Dominique Wilkins stood outside, high-fiving every player getting on the bus, shouting continuously: “You guys can do it, come on, come on!”

Roger got on the bus and put on headphones as it entered the city, greeted continuously by cheering fans along the way, even the Chattahoochee River seemed to tremble because of it.

Hawks players arrived at Philips Arena ten minutes before the Lakers followed suit.

Kobe Bryant, wearing sunglasses, got off the bus; an Atlanta reporter shouted asking him: “Will the family feud affect today’s game!?”

Kobe didn’t need to answer this sensitive question since the period between getting off the bus and entering the locker room wasn’t the interview time, they could only shoot and not ask questions.