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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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106: The Feeling of Being a Farmer (Thanks to the generous 8200 reward from the prominent Badou Caichangqing!)

"Philadelphia Daily News" featured Stackhouse on the front page the day after the draft ended.

The headline was equally eye-catching: Jerry Stackhouse, Philly's Own Son! Even if the world ended, this wouldn't change!

Clearly, the Philadelphia media were quite pleased with the team's choice at the draft.

They all felt like they were as lucky as the Bulls in 1984, having landed "Jordan" at the third pick.

The Timberwolves actually picked KG second, which was absolutely laughable.

Seven feet tall, arms spread like a prehistoric giant bird, a center's build, yet quick as a cheetah. Could dribble, organize, break through, shoot jumpers, snag rebounds, and defend all five positions. Perfect, Kevin Garnett was just perfect.

But did the Timberwolves not catch on? There simply couldn't be such a perfect player in the world!