The Son of the Greatest Bad Boy in History

The host kept stirring things up:

"So, who do you think will win the Finals between the Kings and the Heat?"

"The Heat, of course!"

Bill Lambier answered without hesitation.

"I told you, the Kings are too soft. Wang Yi is too soft. A team like that can't win a championship."

The host smiled and asked, "Are you saying that because your son, Doug Lambier, plays for the Heat?"

Bill Lambier didn't deny it. "That's part of the reason. What father wouldn't support his son? But even if Doug weren't on the Heat, I still wouldn't favor the Kings, and I'd favor Wang Yi even less."

The host asked again, "But tonight the Kings crushed the Heat by 30 points. What do you think went wrong for them?"

Bill Lambier looked helpless. "They didn't put Doug in. They thought Butler could limit Wang Yi, but the truth is, on the Heat—or even in the Entire League—there's only one person who can shut Wang Yi down. Remember his name: Doug Lambier. And while I'm here, I'd like to make a suggestion to Coach Spoelstra: when the team can't get anything going, try putting Doug in. He'll definitely deliver an unexpected surprise."

Coach Spoelstra hadn't gotten an unexpected surprise yet, but the host had.

Bill Lambier really had some nerve.

Ball Dad had always made outrageous claims to promote his son.

And now Bill Lambier was doing the same.

But Bill Lambier seemed fundamentally different from Ball Dad.

Ball Dad was just trying to grab attention, saying things like, "Curry isn't as good as my son," and, "I could kill Jordan in a One-on-One."

Anyone could tell the guy was talking nonsense.

But Bill Lambier had sounded completely serious, as if he truly believed what he was saying.

Still, now wasn't the