Basketball Crunchy Shark

Chapter 265 Milicic Shouting Yaba

The fourth quarter of the game between the Pistons and the Clippers started again. When Dunleavy saw the lineup of the Pistons, he wanted to swear.

Pistons lineup, Big Ben, Rasheed, Lin Sa, Prince, Billups...  

At the beginning of the war, the boss was killing all directions. Originally, Mickey was very uncomfortable being beaten by Lin Sa and Max's high-low cooperation. He also thought that the baby was wronged enough, but when Big Ben came on the stage, Mickey said, baaah, let the little friends bully me!

Big Ben's pressure on Milicic is completely hanging and beating, and it is still a very cruel kind. With his tendons, Milicic is so unreasonable. Any position, any technique, it's all nonsense. In the face of absolute strength, Mickey is now no different from a small shovel in a storm.

The inside line was completely lost, and there was Prince Galinsa's mid-range shot from the middle distance. Billups stood on the outside line, and Rasheed Wallace was able to attack the basket. In 6 minutes, the Pistons scored 12 points in a row, with a 12-4 offensive and defensive ratio.

The old man Dunleavy was so angry that he was trembling all over. Who the hell are you playing? You start off by playing hard, and everyone can forget about it. Take our Clippers as a Sunday and after 3 quarters, this sudden drinking out of the fight, who can stand it, it’s so fucking bullying!

Dunleavy can't wait to put on his jersey and go to the field to fight with the old Brown. The position of the Clippers is very embarrassing. The whole Los Angeles doesn't regard them as human beings. Now even the poor settlers like Detroit come to bully them. How can bully people bully them.

In fact, he can really continue to bully and set a new high. In order to avoid the recurrence of the apprentice's counterattack, Old Brown made a deadly move today. In the 8th minute of garbage time, he didn't change the main force. ?

108 to 89, Detroit slaughtered the Clippers with a big score, and the old Brown slapped Dunleavy in a row, until the old guy fainted.

At the end of the game, the Clippers' friends seemed to have been spoiled. Lin Sa couldn't bear it, but he still accepted Milicic's star card.

Beating the Clippers head-on is actually no sense of accomplishment for the current Pistons. After the game, Lin Sa went to hug Milicic, who was psychologically shadowed by Da Ben. He persisted in Da Ben's hands for 3 minutes.

On the Clippers bench, Dunleavy stood up and stared with big eyes as if he was about to eat Old Brown. He hated the bad old man to death. For such fierce eyes, Old Brown said that he was old, short-sighted and unable to see.

Farewell to Angel City, the Pistons returned to Detroit to rest, and the next back-to-back was the Heat and the Pacers.

Just then, Indianapolis.

The Pacers, who had just killed the Cavaliers at home, were celebrating. Although Artest wanted to say that he had nothing to be happy about, it was so painful, and now that Artest and James were playing against each other with as little BB as possible, he was still hammered by the little emperor, and was even called the most watered All-Star by the media at one time.

Originally, this title had been worn on Lin Sa for two days. After all, he was a rookie season and he was too young. There was some controversy about being selected as an All-Star.

It hurts to be slapped in the face, but such a topical title can't be ignored. It just so happens that Artest's appearance, size, shape, and popularity are very suitable. Therefore, Artest immediately took over Lin Sa seamlessly, and was given the title of the most popular All-Star player in history.

The group of boring media listed Artest and other rookie superstars, well, in fact, it was Lin Sa, James, Anthony and others, and then there were a lot of fouls, even criminals, suspensions, dunks, shots in the face and so on.

As soon as these collections came out, the names were confirmed.

Artest is a person with ideals. He doesn't want the first All-Star to be the last, so before the game against the Cavaliers, Artest specifically called out rookie Zhan to have a man's duel.

Originally, Artest was a bit of a thief. He hoped to reach a PY cooperation with James. He put some water on defense. James, don't be so serious. Anyway, the whole world knows that the Cavaliers will not make the playoffs.

For this reason, Artest even wrote a script specially, the content is like this.

At the beginning, Artest defended seriously, the little emperor stayed on the spot, and realized the difference between himself and the All-Star players. In the second step, he deliberately released water, so that the young and old man was grateful. Then, with a tacit understanding between each other, everyone finished the game happily. James took the data, and he washed off the most watery hat. Everyone was happy.

Then... Artest was hanged and beaten.

In fact, James was originally based on winning or losing, but you Artest taunted him before the game. James couldn't bear it. It happened that Anthony's bill Artest hadn't settled yet. The old and new grudges were resolved together today.

James made a black hand, the referee was distracted, Artest counterattacked, and it was just a call. Artest felt that the takeaway he ordered yesterday was the illegitimate daughter of the referee.

Artest only lasted a symbolic half of the game, with 6 points, 2 rebounds, and six offenders. James, who was facing him, played the whole game.

Of course, the media will not read this article, let alone Artest.

So the next day, when the Pacers were preparing for the playoffs, Artest shut himself up and was sprayed to pieces by various media, as if it was a mistake for him to breathe the air of the NBA.

At this time, suddenly a special company called and invited Artest to participate in a program.

Wow, the program hey, Artest has a star dream since he was a child.

Although the category of the show was a bit strange, it was a wrestling show, or a live-action wrestling with a special note. It felt weird, and it was said to be a mixed-gender wrestling. Artest loved it very much. Looking at the thin male wrestler in the photo, and his partner in a white bikini with a gourd figure, Artest promised to go there on time during the offseason without even asking for an appearance fee.

Afterwards, the person who sent the contract was a beautiful woman who could wear an OL suit into tights. Under the secret glances, Artest signed his name in a state of fascination.

... I hope that Artest will not have a psychological shadow, and I hope he knows a good Chinese traumatology doctor.

(End of this chapter)