At the nightclub, the young players went wild, partying, while Wang Yi, Rose, Westbrook, and the others just sat in a private room, drinking and chatting.
Rose hadn't played much, so he was doing all right. But veterans like Westbrook had played thirty minutes, and now every muscle in his body ached. It felt as if every bone hurt, too.
All he wanted was to sit quietly and rest.
At five in the morning, Wang Yi, Rose, and the others headed home separately.
Wang Yi told the rest of the team to get home early and stay safe, but didn't try to restrict them too much.
They were all adults. On a night like this, after winning the championship, there was nothing wrong with letting everyone celebrate and cut loose a little.
On the contrary, if he tried to control them too much, he'd only make them resent him.
After that, the Kings held a championship parade.
The turnout this year wasn't particularly large.
It was nowhere near as big as the crowd for the Kings' first championship parade.
That was because the Kings had won so many times that people had grown a little jaded.
Whatever it was, once people experienced it often enough, it became routine, and they stopped caring as much.
For example, when James first scored thirty points, people would say he was incredible. But as time went on and he played more games, everyone got used to him scoring thirty with ease and stopped thinking much of it.
It was as if he was having a bad game whenever he scored fewer than thirty.
So when he was thirty-eight and failed to score thirty, plenty of haters still went after him.
But think about it: across all of history, how many players could still score