NBA: A collection of super busts

Chapter 100 My positive and negative values ​​are positive, which makes me very happy.

After being suspended for two games, the Grizzlies announced that James was back from suspension during their home game against the Dallas Mavericks!

The remaining three are still on the suspension list.

This can be considered a clear conclusion to this highly publicized insider trading scandal.

The Grizzlies selected James, choosing him as their cornerstone.

James played exceptionally well in this game, scoring a career-high 25 points, along with 6 rebounds and 7 assists. Although the team lost, his performance was impeccable.

"We've eliminated some destabilizing factors and we're back on track." After the game, facing reporters, James already exuded the air of a victor, regardless of how arrogant and tough West was in front of him.

In the end, didn't I still have to admit defeat and obediently let him be the team leader?

These old dogs are just trying to use their old, broken tricks to try and control me, to try and make me submit.

Don't even think about it!

Lao Tzu, the chosen one!

James, who easily won the internal power struggle, was somewhat carried away: "We're on the right track, which makes me quite happy."

"But you lost," the reporter asked. "You lost by 11 points tonight, and your ranking has slipped from first in the Western Conference at the beginning of the season to seventh now. Is this really a good thing? Is this really the right path?"

"First of all, my plus-minus tonight was +2, which means we won when I was on the court, and that's my favorite thing. Secondly, it's just growing pains. Every season, every team goes through this kind of growing pain. The '96 Chicago Bulls didn't go 82-0, right?"

"We'll start winning again very soon."

"But from your tone, I sensed that you seem more concerned about your stats. You achieved a career high tonight, which makes you very happy, but you don't seem to care about the team's loss."

"It's not that I don't care about the guys, it's not!" James said. "I'm just a little happy."

"Just this one person?" Meanwhile, in West's office, Ye Feng couldn't hold back any longer: "You guys choose him."

"I've said it a hundred times, it wasn't me who chose him." West's expression and tone were quite calm, as if he had already accepted everything: "If I were 50 years old this year, I would argue my case, I would tell the boss what to do."

"Wait a little longer, don't be swayed by immediate interests. I will analyze the situation from all aspects for the boss, make him listen to me, argue with him based on reason, and even threaten to resign or do other things to argue with him and overturn the table."

"But I'm almost 70, and I can't keep up with all that."

West leaned back comfortably, pressing his body completely against the chair, and said casually, "I'm here to retire."

At that moment, Ye Feng understood a little better what it meant to be heartbroken. He stopped joking with West and asked, "So, when can I go back to playing basketball?"

"Very soon," West said. "I've received many offers; there are still many people in this league who are optimistic about you."

"There are 6 or 7 sincere offers among them. I called you here to ask where you would like to go. If the options are roughly the same, I am willing to send you to a place that is more suitable for you."

Ye Feng really hadn't expected that West would give him this kind of choice, even though he was a newbie. He didn't stand on ceremony and asked directly, "What places are there to choose from?"

"I think you'd want to go to Miami. The climate there is great, and more importantly, you can play bro basketball. Your best buddies are there, right?"

"Pat Riley, nicknamed 'The Mastermind,' is actually all bark and no bite, a schemer who hesitates to act decisively: he's afraid to risk his life for great things, but reckless for small gains. I'm not going, I'm not going."

West continued, "Chicago is your hometown, and they'd be willing to consider signing you. Krause is a top-tier general manager, and playing in your hometown would definitely be a great pleasure."

"Krause is nothing but a skeleton in the house, he'll be fired sooner or later. Besides, the guard there is Crawford. No center in the world would want to play with Crawford. I'm not going, I'm not going."

"Detroit has a strong industrial atmosphere, known as the Motor City. They're lacking a power forward, and their team spirit is a perfect match for yours. What do you think?"

"Motor City is all hype, poor and chaotic. Brown treats rookies like slaves. I'm not going there."

"The Dallas offense is great, it lets you run all you want. Donnie Nelson is eager to recruit talent, and he's even used Wang, who's also a Chinese player. What do you think?"

"Little Nelson is nothing but a bastard using his father's name; I'm not going."

"Seattle has a mild climate and a huge market, would you like to go?"

"Seattle is unambitious and complacent; they'll disappear from the league sooner or later. I'm not going there."

"Do you believe I'll shoot your head into a pulp?" West had also lost his patience. Looking at Ye Feng, he actually reached into his drawer.

"You let me choose!" Ye Feng's car keys, which he had been twirling in his hand, fell to the floor. He quickly said, "Actually, I didn't choose. I only had one target."

"I want to win a championship before LeBron! And many more championships than him!"

"I understand." West nodded. "Asking you is pointless. Just wait patiently for news."

"Jason and Udonis..."

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"They'll leave with you." West was quite pleased with Ye Feng's consideration for his friends: "I won't let them suffer here."

After hearing West's words, Ye Feng stood up and said, "Thank you, Jerry."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the office to continue training on the training field.

He's just no longer playing for the Grizzlies, not that he's stopped playing. He still needs to maintain his form.

Meanwhile, West continued making phone calls in his office.

The deal was not completed that day.

The next day, the Grizzlies had no games and trained in the gym as usual. Ye Feng and the other two didn't join in the fun; instead, they found a spot to play one-on-one.

They all seemed very relaxed, laughing and joking around.

At some point, training was suspended, and Brown temporarily left the training ground and went somewhere unknown. James also quietly approached.

"Lost dogs always know how to have fun; your mentality is quite enviable. Why don't you tell me, how does it feel to be kicked out of a team? After all, I'll never have that experience in my life."

"Fuck you." Williams glared and was about to rush over and give James a couple of whacks, but Ye Feng stopped him.

"That's no fun, LeBron. Dare to take him on one-on-one?"

"Only an idiot would challenge you to a one-on-one match!" James wasn't falling for it. He had also watched Ye Feng's NCAA final: "I'm a basketball player, not some street thug."

"I'm talking about basketball." Ye Feng tossed the basketball to James: "You're not afraid to even play basketball, are you?"

At this moment, the rest of the Grizzlies team gathered around.

"It's okay if you don't dare," Haslem immediately raised his voice, fanning the flames: "We all know that you, a high school student, are completely incapable of one-on-one fighting."

"I could smash this piece of trash with one hand," Williams scoffed. "But he doesn't dare."

"Who says I wouldn't dare!" With the whole team surrounding him, James couldn't possibly back down.

If he quits today, then he really won't be able to lead this team anymore.

Besides, it's just a one-on-one basketball game, why would he be afraid of these three people?

A young guard, two rough-looking guys. Although he was rough too, his technique was much more refined than Ye Feng and Haslem's!

"Let's go then." Ye Feng walked to the three-point line and pointed to the free-throw line: "Go in!"

"On what grounds?"

"Whoever gets the ball serves!" Ye Feng said. "That's our rule, so don't be so hesitant. Are you going to serve or not?"

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"Come on!" James gritted his teeth, determined to teach Ye Feng a lesson. At the same time, he didn't lose his temper; after glancing at the surrounding crowd, he said, "Five points, change of serve. Sean, you're the referee!"

James's choice of Battier, the team's most popular, neutral, and reliable player in terms of temperament and character, as the referee demonstrates his clear-headedness.

"It's all the same." Ye Feng said, then took the ball and began his attack.

His attacks were simple and brutal.

He immediately raised his elbow and shoved it at James.

It hit him squarely in the chest! The blow sent James sprawling to the floor in pain. If he were to take off his shirt now, a large bruise would be visible on his chest.

"Offensive foul!" Before Battier could blow his whistle, Ye Feng blew his own: "Change of serve."

At the same time, he handed the ball to James, indicating that he could inbound it.

"Are you fucking playing basketball or hitting people?!" James jumped up from the floor. How could he not know that Ye Feng did this on purpose?

At the same time, he threw the ball at Ye Feng's face.

"He started it!" Ye Feng punched the basketball away, then took a step forward and punched James in the face, followed by another punch with his backhand.

At the same time, he shoved James's hands, which he was trying to raise to protect his face, away with his shoulder, and then threw another hook punch, this time hitting James hard in the liver. James almost lifted his feet off the ground and then knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach and panting heavily.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream.

Haslem and Williams reacted quickly. After their previous failed attempt to cooperate, they held several meetings and made specific arrangements and division of labor.

They have such great teamwork now.

Haslem used a sidestep to block Battier and Posey, who were trying to break up the fight, while Williams stood on the other side, preventing the other side from immediately coming over.

Haslem yelled, "Play well, LeBron, don't get carried away!"

Williams' tone was full of dissatisfaction: "Why did you throw the ball at him? Ye didn't deny the foul!"

Ye Feng then walked over to James, squatted down, and patted his face, saying, "If you don't want your family to wear black, you'd better avoid me when you see me on the court. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll be able to walk off the court on your own every time."

"Don't blame me if you get carried off the plane."

"Good boy!" Ye Feng said, patting his head a few more times like he was looking at a puppy, then stood up and said, "Let's go find a place to eat!"

"Don't leave!" James's ability to withstand blows was indeed extraordinary. He had actually recovered by now, stood up, glared at Ye Feng, and stopped them from leaving.

"Oh?" Ye Feng turned around with a smile. "You want to finish the one-on-one duel? Come on! Let's continue!"

To be honest, if James had chosen to continue the one-on-one game at this point, at least the other members of the Grizzlies would have thought more highly of him and considered him to have real guts.

And everyone will definitely stop them, preventing them from continuing that so-called one-on-one fight.

It was obvious to everyone that Ye Feng was just looking for trouble.

Unfortunately, James once again gave up halfway through his effort.

He called out to Ye Feng, but after being met with a contemptuous yet fierce look from Ye Feng, he regretted it.

Why did you call out to him?

Why make him stay? Wouldn't it be better to just let him leave?

Seeing that James remained silent, Ye Feng sneered, "Coward."

Then he ignored the guy and turned to leave the arena.

Who are the stray dogs? Everyone can see for themselves.

A few minutes later, James knocked on West's office door again, where West and Brown were studying something.

"Get those bastards out of here right now! Immediately!" James yelled as he stormed into the office. "This time, they really hit me! Holy crap, I'm going to tell the media, tell everyone, tell the whole world, those three are all scoundrels!"

"They should be banned from this league, they should be permanently expelled!"

Seeing James's wretched and pathetic appearance, West's contempt grew even stronger. He even began to regret that he should have squeezed Cleveland for money and then picked Anthony.

"Sure, I'll contact the media right now, and the press conference can start in an hour at most."

"Then, you tell the whole world that you're still a kid, a coward, a wimp who only dares to run to your parents to complain after being bullied by your teammates. And no one on the team helps you; they just watch you get bullied and harassed."

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"Intra-team brawls will only damage their reputation, worsen their public image, and might even get them taken away by the police and detained for 24 hours."

Hours.

"and then?"

West stopped talking after saying that, just looking at James.

James was also stunned. Yeah, and then what?

Then, those bastards will switch to another team and continue doing what they were doing. As long as they perform well enough, this whole thing will be forgotten soon.

Garnett's dominance over the team's rookies caused the young players to retire, and he didn't get much of a slap on the wrist, did he?

But what about himself?

How much will he lose? How many people will laugh at him? How many people who initially thought he was a tough guy and a mature leader will be disappointed and stop being his fans?

"It seems you've thought it through," West said. "You can leave now. If you want to hold a press conference, just come find me anytime."

"I will absolutely never play basketball with those bastards again!"

"You haven't been playing with them anymore," West said. "Anything else? If not, please leave. I'm figuring out how to get rid of people you don't want to see as soon as possible."

James glared angrily at West, then glanced at Brown who remained silent as if he didn't exist, before snorting, turning around and slamming the door behind him.

"Haysley should see this bastard's stupidity and see if he'll still keep him!"

"Even if he's a damn gay guy," West shook his head. "Heisley will keep him on the team. Don't you know his jersey sales have already broken into the top five in the league this season?"

"Then let all the fans in America see how stupid he is."

"Then maybe tonight, when the two of us are walking down the street, someone will shoot us in the head!"

West had barely finished speaking when his phone rang. He glanced at it and chuckled, "The speed at which he complains is faster than the speed at which he launches a fast break."

The caller was Haisley.

"Jerry, speed things up! I can accept that the trade isn't perfect, I can even accept that we lose some money, let's stop worrying about the details of those one or two second-round draft picks."

"Send Ye away! Nike just called me. They're planning to open their biggest flagship store in our new arena and build a Nike-themed commercial district near the stadium. If all goes well, they might even be able to create a theme park or something."

"People from all over Tennessee, and even the whole of America, will come here to spend money, check in, and watch the game. This will be a huge benefit to my business reputation, the city's status, and even my future political career!"

"But all of this is predicated on us making LeBron the absolute core, the only one!"

"The deal can be finalized tonight." West replied simply, then hung up the phone and looked at Brown on the other end, asking, "When are you resigning?"

"Anytime," Brown said. "Anyway, that kid doesn't like me. He hates my tactics, he resents my philosophy of prioritizing the team and downplaying his own. He thinks he's himself and the team is the team."

"Then why should I bother? It's better to leave sooner rather than later than to have a falling out with him and be kicked out like trash."

West said, "I will prepare for the press conference."

"So where do you plan to send Ye?"

"A perfect place for him," West said. "A place where he can fully utilize his talents, showcase his abilities, and really have a chance to contend for the championship right away."

"You traded him for O'Neal?" Brown was completely relaxed now and started joking with a smile.

“I traded him for Jesus.” West glanced at him, then bent down and took a bottle of wine from the cabinet. “Well then, let’s have one last drink.”

"After tonight, I will be regarded by the whole of America as an incompetent idiot, a fickle moron, and a clown."

Brown raised his glass and said, "Years later, when Ye achieves great success and accomplishes everything he said, you will become the most short-sighted president in NBA history, and this trade will be recorded in history as a foolish act."

West scoffed, "You think you can just run away? This head coach, who couldn't mediate the conflict between two rookies and completely broke them up in just over a month and forcibly dismantled the team, will become the most incompetent piece of trash in history."

Brown laughed heartily: "Then let's toast to the most idiotic management duo in history!"

The deal was struck the next day!

The league quickly announced two trades.

First, Jason Williams was traded to Miami in exchange for a second-round draft pick and a $400 million trade exception, as well as Rafer Alston and Rasu Butler.

Both of these players are bench players for the Heat. One can fill the void at point guard after Williams left, and the other is a swingman at the two and three positions, and both can shoot three-pointers.

Although West was unhappy with Heisley and James, he remained calm when making trades and made very effective targeted reinforcements.

At least after this trade, James can play his preferred point guard position, and Butler and Alston can also catch and shoot, which aligns with his desire for one-shot passes.

After he leaves the field, Alston can also take on the responsibility of being a substitute defender.

Aside from this one, there was another rather significant transaction.