The Best Point Guard

"Fuck you."

This was Isaiah Thomas's response: "A bunch of impotent men always trying to teach others how to have a good sex life. Isn't that insane? What have those sports commentators ever gotten right? They make a living off Goat Su Xi every day, yet they spend that time criticizing him. They really ought to be sent off for some re-education."

Isaiah Thomas was rendered speechless by those who hyped up Jordan. He was furious. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was seeing people praise Jordan.

"What was Jordan doing in his third year? Still padding his stats. Back then, who took that guy with the big ears seriously? All he thought about was wearing red shoes to get attention. He was constantly trying to piggyback off Magic Johnson, trying to manufacture a 'two MJs' narrative."

"Did the Bulls have even the slightest chance at the championship back then? Frankly, in his third year, he was leagues behind Olajuwon in his third year."

"I lived through that era. And what was a 21-year-old Jordan doing? Playing a supporting role next to Sam Wiggins, still learning the fundamentals at North Carolina."

"But our great Goat Su Xi is already a three-time champion. He's already won every honor the NBA has to offer."

"And let's talk about the quality of those championships. Who did the Bulls even face in the Finals? Could the Bulls beat the Lakers with the OK Combination? Could they beat the Pistons, who were considered the pinnacle of defense? Could they beat the San Antonio Spurs with Duncan?"

"Stop hyping up the eighties and nineties. The times are changing. I came from that era. I beat the hell out of Jordan; I know his level. All your praise is baseless—you're just acting as his PR team."

"The league needs to build up gods, but even more, it needs a new god. Goat Su Xi is that new god."

"Jordan is gone! The Goat shall reign!"

Isaiah Thomas spent his free time on television shows, talking about Jordan and Su Xi and taking shots at everyone in the process.

His job was pretty relaxed. Even the post-championship parade was being personally arranged by James Dolan. Dolan had a lot of creative ideas—his whole approach was to be hands-on.

Why? Because this was the single greatest accomplishment of his life. He had achieved a glorious feat his dead old man had never managed—he had brought another championship trophy to New York.

Besides, he wasn't good at much else, but he excelled at this sort of thing—spending money, building hype, and putting on a lavish, extravagant show.

So, he took charge of the entire event, with an unlimited budget.

Furthermore, Isaiah Thomas had no player acquisitions to worry about this summer, not even contract renewals.

Some players on expiring contracts had already told him their plans after winning the championship. He and Su Xi had discussed it and decided not to try and keep them.

Meanwhile, their approach to acquisitions was simply to 'let nature take its course.' 'If you want to win a championship, come to the Knicks. Just be sure to bring a minimum-salary contract with you.'

They had won the championship, after all. Their confidence was high, and they could stand tall.

Eddie Curry, by contrast, wasn't standing quite so tall.

Since winning the title, he'd been photographed partying wildly in different New York nightclubs for three straight days. He was even spotted carrying a Brazilian beauty on his shoulders while playing bumper cars with Jerome.

When asked about it, Eddie Curry made no attempt to hide it. "Yeah, after winning a championship, I wanted to let loose. I'm sure the fans will allow it."

Of course they did.

Although many commentators made snide remarks, claiming Eddie Curry's behavior was undermining the Knicks' foundation. They said this undisciplined bunch of Knicks had no desire to defend their title, that they'd grown complacent and lost all ambition after just one championship.

They could say whatever they wanted. Zach Randolph, for his part, actually looked down on Eddie Curry. He privately remarked, 'Eddie Curry is so tacky. What's the fun in that? It's just a bunch of easy girls you can have for money.'

'Not like us. We're truly high-class. We appreciate culture.'

Lately, Zach Randolph had been rehearsing with his Eastern Song and Dance Ensemble. After the championship win, he'd landed a big gig: having them perform during the victory parade.

James Dolan himself had green-lit the decision.

Randolph was ecstatic and took the matter very seriously, striving for perfection.

After winning the championship, Su Xi suddenly found himself with a lot of free time.

After his bonus from Nike came through, he signed a new deal with them. This made Nike ecstatic. They immediately announced the formation of a new company to launch an independent brand for Su Xi.

The moment the news broke, Jordan practically turned green with rage.

He felt as if he'd been betrayed by his own wife.

Especially when he learned that Su Xi's profit share was thirty percent higher than his own, he was left even more speechless with fury.

Most importantly, the establishment of a Su Xi brand would inevitably cut into the Jordan Brand's market share. The two would be in direct competition.

LeBron James even made a point of calling Jordan, supposedly to ask for advice on his game.

But it was hard to believe he wasn't also hoping to hear Jordan on the verge of a breakdown.

After all, he had been through the same thing himself.

Back when Nike had backstabbed him, he had been just as devastated.

It was just that he wasn't so upset about it anymore, because they were no longer in the same league. Now it was Jordan's turn to be upset—the one who was actually in Su Xi's league.

Jordan was so angry he gave his son a beating. The boy kept nagging about wanting to go play at Uncle Pippen's house, saying Uncle Pippen's wife was really pretty.

Wasn't that obvious? While Piao the Second might have lacked dominance and decisiveness on the court, you could always have faith in his abilities and assets off of it.

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