Chapter 70 An Opening

Cotton Fitzsimmons had to call a timeout just over three minutes into the game, feeling helpless.

He could clearly sense that the two teams were on entirely different levels of play.

The Trail Blazers were ablaze with a fiery red flame, ready to incinerate their opponents, whereas the Spurs still seemed like cowboys on the plains of Texas, lazily riding their horses, with a blade of grass in their mouths, unwilling to spur their mounts and disturb their grazing.

It was an unavoidable situation; the Spurs' form in the latter half of the season had been terrible, with the whole team struggling to find their rhythm.

The regular season is like a long-distance race, running fast at the start but unable to sprint at the end won't yield good results.

Starting off leisurely and then sprinting fiercely at the end can often lead to a decent finish.

The regular season this year was a process in which some of Fitzsimmons's dreams, or perhaps illusions, had been shattered.