Over the past couple of days, Edwards and the Heat had taken down the Bucks and the Hornets to reach the Finals. That had made him feel even worse.
Edwards and Towns had been teammates on the Timberwolves for years, but they had never accomplished much.
Now that they had split up, Edwards had reached the Finals in the East, while Towns had reached the Finals in the West.
It seemed there were only two ways to make it to the Finals: flee Wang Yi and head east, or embrace Wang Yi and join the Kings.
At that thought, King Arthur quietly made up his mind about something.
By then, the Kings players had finished the awards ceremony and left the court. The fans, one by one, were also heading out, exhausted in body and mind.
A normal NBA game, with timeouts, halftime, breaks between quarters, injuries, and fouls that stopped the clock, usually lasted about two and a half hours.
Even with overtime, it would take at most three hours.
But the Kings' game had lasted nearly four hours, and there hadn't even been overtime.
It had gone from eight in the evening until midnight.
That was truly exhausting.
Still, the Kings had won in the end, so no matter how exhausting it had been, it was worth it.
When the Kings players returned to the locker room and saw Wang Yi, they came over one after another to bump chests with him.
They slapped hands with Wang Yi.
"Coach, we couldn't have won this game without you!"
Mane said, laying on the flattery.
Westbrook bumped fists with Wang Yi.
"Man, you really opened my eyes!"
Rose, sporting a hairstyle that looked like a whole head of Iron Warriors, came over to Wang Yi.
"You always know how