NBA: A collection of super busts

"Call for a screen, kid! If you're scared, just call for a screen, I promise I won't laugh at you." Mashburn said mockingly, putting his hand on James's waist. "After all, little boys always need some protection, right?"

When Mashburn spoke, Ye Feng had already run halfway there; at least it seemed he was preparing to set a screen for James.

"I'll block for you, you won't be upset, LeBron, will you?" Ye Feng slowed down, as if seeking James's opinion.

Having said all that, and with James at the most prideful stage of his life, he waved his hand, signaling Ye Feng to step aside; he didn't need cover!

"I'm not fucking afraid of you!"

"A bit childish, right?" Ye Feng shrugged, pulled away to the side, and said to Brown beside him, "I'm not that childish. I'm much more mature than him."

"But he's going to die a horrible death!" Brown said. "And you too, kid! You two are going to have a memorable one..."

Brown stopped abruptly there, not because he didn't want to continue, but because he couldn't.

Ye Feng suddenly raised his hand and elbowed him, then rushed towards the basket at lightning speed.

Brown, in pain, was a step too slow. He tried to catch up, but it was too late.

Ye Feng had already reached the three-second zone, and James raised his hand to complete the layup at that moment.

However, when he took the shot, Magloire completely blocked his path, preventing his layup from hitting the rim.

With a crisp "bang," the basketball bounced out of the hoop.

"Get out of the way!"

With a loud roar, Ye Feng caught the basketball in mid-air with one hand. After a very brief pause, he turned his head in mid-air to find the position of the basket and then exerted force.

With a loud bang, the basketball was once again slammed into the basket by him!

Too violent!

This is the sentiment of all the fans in Memphis.

What about Swift? Even at his best, he couldn't put up this many spectacular dunks in a week. Even the Grizzlies fans who love Swift the most couldn't help but sigh at this moment: I sincerely wish Swift all the best in Toronto.

After Ye Feng scored the opening goal with several powerful dunks, the Grizzlies played quite smoothly in the following games, maintaining their lead and dominating the Hornets.

With about half of the first quarter gone, Brown made substitutions, replacing Williams and Ye Feng with Posey and Persson from the bench.

Although one is better at defense and the other is better at running, they both share a common label.

Shooter!

With Battier still on the court, the Grizzlies now have three top shooters on the court, plus Gasol, an inside player who can facilitate and shoot from the high post.

After switching to this lineup, James, who was somewhat unaccustomed to playing in the first half of the first quarter due to insufficient spacing and the average shooting ability of the starting lineup, immediately demonstrated his strength as the number one draft pick.

James loves scoring by driving to the basket and using screens to find teammates. He thrives in situations where teammates have shooting ability, he has enough space to drive, and the opponent doesn't have top-tier rim protectors.

In the latter part of the first quarter, the Grizzlies, led by him, continued to extend their lead, with both Battier and Posey scoring three-pointers.

Brown, watching the situation on the court from the sidelines, nodded repeatedly. He was beginning to gradually determine the team's specific rotation methods and playing style for this season.

Since it was a preseason game, Brown gave all the remaining players on the team a chance to play, and everyone got some time and opportunities. The starting players' playing time was also reduced to less than 20 minutes.

In this situation, everyone's data was naturally very scattered, and no one had a particularly outstanding performance. Only Ye Feng scored more than 15 points, and no one had double-digit rebounds or assists.

Brown was quite satisfied with the game, believing that the team had fully met his requirements and shown what he wanted to see, with each player performing much as he had expected.

The players were happy. The main players regained their rhythm and played very comfortably, while the bench players also got a chance to perform to their full potential and see if they could use this last opportunity to earn something for themselves.

If anyone left the court with a long face that night, it was definitely LeBron James.

This poor guy was targeted by Mashburn the entire game. Whenever he played, Mashburn would follow suit and use all his old tricks against James.

When James took off his shirt after the game, you could see the small bruises and marks on his body.

He didn't know if others felt the NBA atmosphere, but he was definitely given a very warm welcome.

Of course, even at this point, James still didn't understand why Mashburn was acting so crazy.

Is that black bastard's brain full of mush?

Damn it, it was that damned Ye who provoked you, so why are you taking your anger out on me?

叶！

That damn bastard!

James made another note for Ye Feng in his little notebook.

But for the Grizzlies, this game served its purpose perfectly. The head coach worked on team cohesion and experimented with tactics, while the players adapted to the intensity of the game and found their rhythm.

Not only in the first game, but also in the subsequent preseason games, the Grizzlies played the same way.

Brown gradually adjusted the team's rotation, considering which players could perform better and more satisfyingly in actual games, and which players lacked chemistry when playing together.

After six preseason games, Brown is completely unconcerned about the team's wins and losses, and he hasn't criticized any player because of the wins or losses. Now, all he can think about is the upcoming regular season.

After the preseason ended, the Grizzlies had a few days of rest before their season opener.

They will host the Portland Trail Blazers at home!

The Grizzlies players were sharpening their knives, full of confidence and ready to go, while head coach Brown was still working overtime like crazy before the game, watching game footage in his office and constantly writing and drawing in his notebook.

"You really don't look 70 at all." West walked into his office through the open door and sat down. "What's wrong? What's making you not take a proper rest now, but instead going at it with such a frenzied work ethic?"

"Chemistry," Brown said casually. "The team's chemistry isn't good."