.Chapter 364 Not enough height

"It feels so bad!" The game ended, the score was frozen at 108:79, the Pistons led by 29 points, and Tracy McGrady did not find the state in normal games. His super partner Grant Hill also used a 4-for-15-for-15 data to tell his bad state. Michael Jordan kept shaking his head beside me, expressing his feelings.

"Well! And their bad touch seems to be all infected, and none of them feels good, especially in the first quarter, in the first quarter, they actually made 5 of 25 shots, and the shooting percentage was only 20%. This is simply incredible, and all of those five balls were dunks, which is really incredible." Doug Collins frowned. He had no expectations for the one-sided situation in this game.

"Isn't Tracy the kind of person who can top it at critical moments? Even if he is not, Grant Hill is the same! But today even Grant Hill also had such a bad state, which is really not supposed to be..." Michael Jordan kept muttering. It was obvious that his performance towards Grant Hill in this game was a bit incredible. After all, Grant Hill was his chosen successor before he was injured, and he was a legendary existence that could compete with God. However, he played like this in this game, which made Michael Jordan feel a little dazed on his face.

"This is God's will, there is no way. Although I didn't see how good Jerry Starkhouse's defense is, and how good that rookie Tyshoen Prince's defense is, they did defend Grant Hill and Tracy McGrady." Doug Collins looked at the Pistons in the stands celebrating crazy on the court.

"I hope their defensive skills are just accidental. When facing us, I hope they can return to normal, otherwise our Caron, Richard, Larry, Courtney will suffer." Michael Jordan joked.

"Michael, are we that bad?" said Caron Butler, Michael Jordan's favorite player, complaining.

"Then you work hard and try to kill them!" Michael Jordan responded with a smile.

.............

Tracy McGrady must be very sad. After the post-match press conference, I called him and asked him to come out to relax.

"It's all my fault. My touch is so bad. I don't know what's wrong with 4 of 17 heads?" Tracy McGrady raised her neck and poured a cup of brandy into her mouth, and then kept blaming herself.

"This is just an occasional event. It's all over, don't think about it!" I comforted my friend.

"When I was training before the game, my shots were always a little high. When it came time to the game, I pressed my wrist hard, but this turned out to be short every time I shot. I really don't know what's going on? Doesn't God want me to win?" Tracy McGrady leaned against the back of the chair and frowned.ishu.

"I was frustrated in the arena and I was proud of my love. Maybe you will meet a very honest girl on your way back to Orlando tomorrow? Come on, have a drink!" I raised my glass and smiled and persuaded Tracy McGrady with a depressed look on her face.

"Get out! Am I that kind of person?" Tracy McGrady picked up the glass and touched mine gently, tilted her neck, and then put her belly down again.

"Don't think about it, you are in your peak period, and there is still time. At worst, you can come back next year!" I put the wine glass on the table and slowly persuaded the sad McGrady.

"Hey!" Tracy McGrady sighed softly, and kept looking at the glass that had just drunk it, and slowly said: "I have the next year, but Eric has no next year!" After that, Tracy McGrady's eyes began to be filled with water vapor.

Eric, full name Eric Anderson, in March this year, shortly after the All-Star game, Tracy McGrady's best friend Eric Anderson died in a gunfight. He did not participate in the fight. He was killed by manslaughter.

"Some things are not something we can decide. Tracy, please feel sorry!" I lowered my head to express my sorrow with him.

"Did you tell me that I'm really because I'm entering n

a. Only God has been cursed?” Tracy McGrady seemed to be a little drunk.

"What does it mean?" I frowned.

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After a, on average, one relative and friend died a year, and I seemed to be really cursed by God's death!" Tracy McGrady's voice was filled with sadness: "In 1997, Henry Andrews died in a car accident. He was the best friend of my high school years. We had a good relationship. I couldn't recognize the miserable appearance when he died..."

"In July 1999, my brother Ryan McGrady suddenly left the world on the court because of asthma. The day before, he said he wanted to fight with me, but I laughed at him for not being qualified. If I had fought with him that night, he might not have participated in the next day of the 3-on-3 match..."

"In August 1999, my childhood friend Vanessa Jones ended her life with a gun by her ex-boyfriend. I don't know what happened to that man? He kept saying that he loved her but killed her with a gun. I felt that the world seemed a little crazy."

"In March 2001, my cousin Corey Beth was killed by a robber in a robber, and he turned out to be the only one who died in that robbery."

“My stepmother died of cancer in September and since then, I have never been able to eat the desserts she made.”

"And this year, my best friend Eric Anderson is gone too! Woo woo woo woo..."

Tracy McGrady cried, whimpering, perhaps because of alcohol, and he cried very sadly.

I don't know how to persuade Tracy McGrady, I could only sit there and wait slowly, waiting for Tracy McGrady to improve.

Suddenly, Tracy McGrady, who had been crying, suddenly raised her head, stared at me with big eyes, and said nervously: "No! No! Something must be wrong! I can't make a shot, Hill cannot make a shot, Hill cannot make a shot, Mike Miller must also make a shot, something must have been wrong! Something must have happened!"

I was frightened by Tracy McGrady. I don’t know what happened to this super scorer who was famous for his "Sleeping God" in the future and remembered something, but I was really a little scared.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked carefully.

"Don't talk! Let me think! Let me think about it!" Tracy McGrady stretched out his right hand to stop me from continuing to speak.

I sat in the chair blankly, looking at Tracy McGrady, who seemed a little stupid across the street, and didn't know what to do.

"By the way! Yes! That's it. Only this possibility can explain why in the next two games in Detroit, I, Hill and Miller, couldn't even shoot the basketball from the outside, and it was definitely the case!" Tracy McGrady's eyes shone brightly.

"What's wrong?" I heard some other meaning from McGrady's words.

"I know why I always shoot basketballs in training, and I always shoot basketballs in games!" Tracy McGrady suddenly grabbed my right hand with her left hand and stared at me with her eyes.

I tried to pull my hands back, but Tracy McGrady was very strong and I couldn't pull them back at all.

"What did you think of?" I tried to keep my inner peace. Although I felt a little sympathetic to McGrady's sadness, I really didn't think of any hidden feelings like the feel. In my heart, I always thought that the feel was an illusory thing, which was only related to my own mentality, but had nothing to do with anything else.

"The people in the Detroit Arena must have lowered the basketball hoop a little while we were training. In this way, according to the rhythm of my usual shooting and the strength of my shooting, the basketball will definitely be shot. This will lead to the situation where I shoot in the training field. This has to adjust my shooting posture and lower my wrist to attack. When it comes to the official game, they will raise the basket to a normal height, so that we will naturally keep short when we were at the height of the pre-match training. Damn! I was played by the Detroits!" Tracy McGrady stood up from the chair with a "suddenly".

"What did you say?" My brain couldn't turn the corner when he said to Tracy McGrady, but he didn't react for a while.

"We were fooled by the Detroits. They lowered the height of the basket during our training before the game, and raised the height of the basket again in the game. These bitches are really badass!" Tracy McGrady cursed with gritting teeth.

"Are you sure?" I was confused by Tracy McGrady's words. I never thought about it.

A This is actually happening on the field.

"Nonsense! I'm sure it will be like this, otherwise I wouldn't have performed so poorly, nor could I have performed so poorly with Hill and Miller. Only this is possible, otherwise such a thing would have never happened!" Tracy McGrady's voice was full of affirmation and anger.

"Ah?" The strength on my body seemed to be exhausted all of a sudden. I leaned on the chair and my heart was in a mess. If this was true, then once this matter was exposed, it would definitely cause an uproar.

"Don't you believe me?" Tracy McGrady's eyes, which had never woken up, were surprisingly bright tonight.

"Believe! How can I not believe it?" I sat upright and said to Tracy McGrady. "The problem is that we have no evidence now. Even if there is evidence, what can we do? The Magic has been eliminated, and it is difficult for David Stern to allow a rematch to happen."

"Yes! The Magic game is over, but your game is not over yet. Since they have had the sweetness, they will continue like this. They will definitely make a fuss about it again. Then we can seize their handle, so as long as we two work together, I don't believe that David Stern can ignore it. As long as he takes care of it, the Pistons will definitely not have good results. It will definitely be very beneficial to your series!" Tracy McGrady's head has never been so clear. He analyzed some things very well.

I stuck out my tongue involuntarily, licked my lips, and kept analyzing my pros and cons in my brain. A few seconds later, I nodded and asked Tracy McGrady, "Then how should we cooperate!"

"When will you go to train tomorrow?" Tracy McGrady asked with a serious face.

"About 9 o'clock!" I replied.

"You arrive early, try the height of the basket first. If there is really a problem with the height of the basket, send me a text message. Then you find a few non-Detroit local reporters to interview and testify to see if the basket is shorter. I asked Hill and Miller to hold a press conference before 9 o'clock to announce the problem of the Pistons' basket, so the problem will be obvious. I don't believe David Stern is still indifferent to this matter." Tracy McGrady thought.

"What if the Pistons say that our incident was an accidental mistake this time, and that such a thing did not happen to you at that time?" I raised my own question.

"If he said there was no, there would be nothing. Who would believe it?! Everyone thinks that's the case, and even if the Pistons didn't do this, they would definitely do it. What's more, the shit under their butts." Tracy McGrady replied.

"Yeah! That's it!" I nodded.

"When you go back, you can talk to Michael about this matter first. It is best to ask him to find some reporters who tend to you, and also let him put some pressure on Mr. David Stern! I don't believe that Stern will not even sell Michael's face!" Tracy McGrady said with his teeth pressed down.

"Okay!" I replied.

"Remember! I held a press conference before 9 o'clock. You must postpone it until after 9 o'clock. Don't make the time wrong." Tracy McGrady finally instructed.

....

At 8:40 am, I stood under the basketball rack in the basketball arena, stretched out my arm and stretched out my rebound. What surprised me really happened. I gently put my toes on my toes and rubbed the legendary rebound with a standard 290 cm off the ground.

I once measured that I stood on the flat ground without tiptoing and stretched out my arms, and I could barely touch something 270 cm away from the ground. To be 290 cm tall enough, I needed to pad my toes very high to make it possible, and it would never be as easy as it is now.

"Is there 290 cm?" Michael Jordan asked quietly, standing beside me.

I shook my head and said, "At most 280 cm!" I gave my estimated answer.

"Hey!" Michael Jordan sighed softly, and an incredible expression appeared on his face.

"You send a text message to Tracy!" Michael Jordan continued: "I'll let the stadium staff and those reporters come later."


Chapter completed!