The Indiana Pacers head coach yelled at Jermaine O'Neal from the sidelines, reminding him to keep his defense strong.

Reggie Miller no longer moves back and forth around the three-point line this time, he keeps moving around Jermel Tinsley this time. But Michael Jordan and Chris Whitney keep changing defenses, leaving Reggie Miller unable to find a chance.

Jermael Tinsley had no choice but to hand the ball to Jermaine O'Neal in the inside.

In the summer of 1996, O'Neal, 17 and a half years old, was selected by the Portland Trail Blazers with the 17th pick in the first round, setting the youngest NBA players at that time. This record was later broken by Andrew Bynum. In the Portland Trail Blazers, O'Neal Jr. spent mainly on the bench. He averaged only 3.77 points per game in his four years with the team, making him one of the most marginal players on the team.

Before the start of the 2000 game, Jermaine O'Neal and Joe Kleini traded to the Indiana Pacers in exchange for Dale Davis. This trade became a catalyst for O'Neal Jr.'s success. O'Neal Jr. became the team's starter, averaging 12.9 points in the first season, scoring three times that of any season in the Trail Blazers. He is already on the road to becoming a superstar.

Jermaine O'Neal took the ball, and I pressed O'Neal tightly against O'Neal's back with my left forearm, raised my right hand high, making a blocking move, preventing him from turning around and shooting easily.

O'Neal dribbled the ball, and pushed his not-so-sized butt tightly inside, trying to push my defense away.

Unfortunately, this is the way I play the most unafraid of. My strength is not something that Mr. Jermaine O'Neal can resist. I bent down, lowered my center of gravity, stance, and let his butt sway wherever he was, without moving. I only stared at his shoulders with my eyes in order to predict his movements.

Jermaine O'Neal had no chance. He took the ball for too long and passed the ball to Jermale Tinsley. Then he made a gesture and rushed out from me side and rushed to the basket. The basketball passed from Tinsley to O'Neal Jr. He wanted to go to the basket to solve the problem.

I followed Jermaine O'Neal tightly, using my body to constantly collide, preventing him from making comfortable movements.

O'Neal's little step was three steps, one step, two steps, right here, I jumped high, with my palm covering the basketball.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, I made great achievements with a high score of 391 cm, and a big hat appeared.

The basketball was obtained by Michael Jordan, Richard Hamilton had already run again, and a long pass penetrated all the defense line. Hamilton used a layup for a civilian who made the audience very upset, and there was no trace of the expected dunk. Fortunately, he got two points, otherwise it would have been booed.

The game continued, and the score difference did not widen. Michael Jordan, who had fought hard, and Reggie Miller, who was still strong, played a similar game.

At 8 minutes and 14 seconds in the first quarter, Jermaine O'Neal once again got in the position. He was entangled with me once again.

My offense may not be good, but my defense is definitely not bad. The strength, speed, bounce, and footsteps add up to make me do whatever I want on the defensive end. Jermaine O'Neal has no chance to face the frame and shoot.

"Kaome, don't bother me like this. I'm not Divac, I'm not a little su. My sexual orientation is the whole game!" Jermaine O'Neal couldn't get rid of my defense at all, and made a real fire. In anger, Biao opened his trash talk.

Um?

What's the meaning?

My brain didn't react at all. When I was stunned, Jermaine O'Neal wiped it from me. Christian Letterner, who had old arms and legs, had no idea at all, watched Jermaine O'Neal roar loudly on the basket with his big mouth hanging on the basket.

I came back to my senses, and I finally understood what Jermaine O'Neal said. I knew this was the trash talk tactic used by some players. I kept telling myself to calm down, but my anger suddenly arose. I kept scolding Jermaine O'Neal's female ancestors of the eighth generation.

The score on the field was 24:22, and the Wizards led by two points.

I got in the position again, and O'Neal and I were once again entangled. I kept running back near the paint area, trying to find a defensive loophole and then directly destroy O'Neal.

Jermaine O'Neal followed me tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.

"You are so gay, why are you doing so randomly? You shake your ass again..." Jermaine O'Neal's big mouth began to spray feces again.

I am a normal man, and the matter with Divac was a heartless word, and it was misunderstood by him. The matter at the press conference was caused by my lack of understanding of the national conditions of the United States. I am a pure man, and I can't be pure anymore. Now I am being criticized for being homosexual, and an extremely huge anger burned towards my brain. Then, my brain was burned and fainted, directing my fist and pounding it towards Jermaine O'Neal's head.

No accident happened. O'Neal Jr. was not Superman. My fist and Jermaine O'Neal had an intimate contact. O'Neal Jr. fell to the ground without any suspense.

The sudden boxing incident shocked everyone. It seemed that for 2 seconds, the whole field was silent. Even the basketball in Chris Whitney escaped from his control, and no one chased him.

After the silence, the hustle and bustle of the sky were everywhere. Reggie Miller and Fords rushed towards me. Christian Letterner and Richard Hamilton rushed over and protected me behind me. I suddenly realized: I had caused a big disaster!

The scene was in chaos, the referee held up my malicious foul gesture, Michael Jordan pushed me to the locker room, Letterner, Hamilton, and Whitney were making various covers for me, the Pacers' head coach was shouting at the fourth referee, and Wizards head coach Doug Collins half-squatted on the ground and picked up his head. Someone in the stands shouted: Boxer.

Some people were also shouting: Beat well. Countless debris hit me.

Under the protection of everyone, I retreated to the locker room. I just walked to the sidelines. Al Harrington, who had been looking for opportunities, rushed to me and punched me on the left shoulder.

All of them are full of energy, and no one can resist the rise of blood. The same is true for me. Although I had lived for n years in my previous life, I picked up my fist and hit Al Harrington's head. The effect of practicing martial arts for many years was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Although Al Harrington made dodging moves and Michael Jordan hugged my waist, my fist still had an intimate contact with Al Harrington's head.

Fast, stable, accurate, ruthless...

Al Harrington lay on the ground.

The scene became even more chaotic. The players, coaches, team doctors, and referees on the bench of the two teams all rushed up. The Wizards protected me in the middle. The Pacers rushed in with all their might, and seemed to be unwilling to accept it if they didn't eat me. It was all in chaos. I don't know how many hits I got, I don't know how many times I waved my fists, and I don't know how many people were sent off in the end, and how many people were carried off on stretchers.

I was sitting while changing clothes, Ye Jones accompanied me, and the camera just now was playing on CCTV. My fierce fist hit the Pacers players. Jermaine O'Neal, Al Harrington, and Austin Crohill fell to the ground and was carried out of the stadium. The commentator said he had been taken to a local hospital. According to the Pacers' team doctor, he had at least moderate concussion.

The referee sent off Richard Hamilton of the Wizards, Alexander, Bobby Simmons of the Pacers, Reggie Miller of the Pacers, and Jeff Fortes.

There was no suspense in the game. My fist knocked out the opponent's three generals, and two players were sent off. The Wizards ended the game with 98:76.

After the game, I became the biggest suspense. I wore sunglasses and wrapped my head in my clothes to get out of the mic center through the back door. I saw my head coach Mr. Doug Collins and the great master Mr. Michael Jordan on TV being criticized by one reporter after another. I became an unforgivable bastard and a vicious executioner.

My mother and brother called me to comfort me one after another.

At 11:30 pm, at my home, Michael Jordan, David Hunter, Doug Collins and my personal lawyer, Joe Cole, were sitting together to discuss countermeasures with me.

I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at any of them, especially Michael Jordan, who had a fierce look in his eyes that could kill people.

The ban is certain. I have been thrown into the hospital with three people. The key is how many games the ban is. The Wizards have started very well this year. According to the current format, the Wizards will definitely not only be the playoffs, division champions, Eastern Conference champions, and even the championships.

But my unhappiness, my anger, and my fists make these beautiful wishes a vain. Michael Jordan and Doug Collins, who have been dreaming, probably hate me so much now.

"This fight has a great impact. It is incredible that a rookie like Kwame Brown hit someone. David Stern will definitely be punished with a heavy penalty. I guess he will be suspended at least 30 games! It may even be reimbursed for the entire season," David Hunter said carefully.

"Our tactical system has just been improved, and there are relatively good chemical reactions between the players. If Brown is suspended too much, we must build all the skills and tactics from scratch, which will have a great impact on the season's performance. Everyone can see the role of Brown in the team. I can't imagine how far we can go without Brown. It is acceptable to suspend 30 games. If the suspension of the entire season is suspended, our plans for the entire season may be affected. Even if we enter the playoffs, we will not have any competitiveness." Doug Collins looked sad.

Michael Jordan glared at me fiercely and said, "We have to do something. The suspension of the whole season is not something we can accept. We must strive for a suspension of 30 games! I will communicate with Stern in a while. Everyone think about whether there are other ways to reduce Brown's sentence!"

"If we want to reduce sentences, we must reverse the direction of public opinion. This is difficult. If we just apologize, I guess it will be difficult for us to reverse the direction of public opinion."

"Before I came here, I called Nike's CEO Mr. Perez. He was willing to help us through his relationship, but there is a premise that we must have enough reasons." Jordan continued

"Reason? It's hard. I believe that tomorrow morning there will be a lip expert who will decipher Jermaine O'Neal's trash talk at that time. At present, it seems that this reason is difficult to find!"

"Brown, I'm still too young to stand these trash words. I've heard trash words that are ten times more trash than this trash." Michael Jordan said helplessly.

"Young? This reason may be OK!" Doug Collins's eyes lit up: "Because Brown is still young, we can forgive some of his actions! Of course he must be punished, but this punishment cannot be too severe?"

"good, this is a very good reason. A young man who is growing up happily was influenced by some evil things and was slandered. His pure thoughts made him resist as he deserved. It is not unforgivable to hit Jermaine O'Neal. He was just defending himself. The injuries of Al Harrington and Crohill were examples. It was because they hit Kwame Brown first and he fought back. This was video evidence! We can also make a suggestion: ban trash talk in the NBA!"

"It's great. We'll hold a press conference tomorrow. We need to prepare a speech for Kwame! This problem Mr. Hunter believes can be solved!"

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A public opinion fraud campaign is brewing...

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Chapter completed!