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Champion Creed

I was not a perfect person, not an easy teammate to get along with, and I could not even be considered a good person at all. However, no one in this world could deny that I was the greatest basketball player, not even God!

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058: I will shove that damn failure down Pat Riley's dog's mouth!

Contrary to what Michael Jordan had anticipated, the arrival of the playoffs did not make Chicago fans miss him more, but rather made Roger seem more like a hero in Chicago.

At 18, scoring 31 points in his playoff debut, Roger turned in an unmatched answer sheet.

"What a bunch of fucking losers!" Michael Jordan cursed out loud when he came out from an all-night card game and saw the morning news about the game results.

No one knew whether he was cursing the Bulls players who had already begun to habitually rely on Roger.

Or the Nets players who could not defend against Roger.

Jordan's veins bulged on his forehead, which is a normal physiological phenomenon for men early in the morning, but clearly, Jordan's blood was boiling for the wrong reasons.

Grover grew increasingly worried about Jordan's health, as staying up late and frequently getting angry must have an impact on his well-being.