The overtime game began, and the starting players from both sides regrouped.
The Lakers' starting lineup hadn't changed, while on the Hawks' side, Eric Snow replaced Pierce.
O'Neal started trash-talking as soon as he got back, "You got lucky, Roger, if I had been here just now, you'd already be back hugging your girlfriend and crying."
Roger was tired of these people always saying he was lucky.
As if attributing their own weakness to bad luck could conceal their incompetence.
But Roger ended the game with a simple sentence.
"Shut up, Shaq, your breath stinks after eating that thing."
"Pfft!" Snow couldn't help but snicker on the side.
Shaq felt an unprecedented humiliation. He tried to forget that incident just now, but Roger's trash talk brought the dead memory back to attack him.
O'Neal clammed up, hmm? Why did it faintly really smell a bit?
Ah, no!
I need to focus, focus, dammit!
