Chen Xi smiled and shook his head. He knew his own limitations.
At least this season, the Knicks still had a long way to go before they could build up enough depth and experience. (Not even close~~)
They might be able to work some magic during the regular season, but when it came to a best-of-seven Playoffs series, that was a different story.
For one thing, their roster lacked depth. For another, their core rotation wasn't strong enough. And in the Playoffs, the most important thing was having a single lineup—the strongest lineup the team could put out on the floor. The Knicks hadn't even settled on that yet, so how could they expect to compete?
If Hart, Ethan, and Toppin could grow a little more mature, and if Rose's health could be reliably guaranteed, then New York might have a chance to think about making a run at the Eastern Conference Finals, or even the Finals...
It was a very real problem.
Of course, although he knew where they stood, Chen Xi definitely couldn't say something like that out loud.
Knowing your limits was one thing. Saying it aloud would only undermine the team's morale~~
"You guys have done great. Honestly, when I saw the trade news this summer, I thought you'd gone crazy. But you've managed to blow my mind again. You really do keep turning the impossible into the possible. Damn, if only I'd known, I would've kept you in check back at Berkeley!"
Brown covered his mouth with his hand as he recklessly voiced his "outrageous" thoughts, while Chen Xi continued to respond with a smile.
"I'm heading out. I'm drenched in sweat and feel awful. You guys don't have a game the day after tomorrow, right? Come over to my place for dinner tomorrow."
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