Year 847: Thank You, My Love

"My God, the most thrilling Finals game in recent years—bar none!"

"Jimmy's near game-winner and Westbrook's game-winning answer... you truly wouldn't know who would win until the final second."

"This game: the stronger Boston Celtics met an even more unstoppable Oklahoma City Thunder."

The moment the game ended, the entire world seemed to erupt. Basketball fans and non-fans alike went wild over it.

The game's popularity instantly exploded, and public attention reached its peak.

Even people who normally paid no attention to basketball were drawn in by the frenzy, impatient to find out what had happened.

As for the fans who had been following the game all along, they could hardly believe what they had witnessed. A storyline like this had actually unfolded on the Finals stage—it was simply jaw-dropping.

The Oklahoma City Thunder fans, especially, had fallen into a frenzy. The entire city was immersed in an atmosphere of joy and excitement. From streets and alleys to plazas and parks, revelers were everywhere.

They screamed, they cheered, freely unleashing the joy in their hearts. Such a lively scene had never been seen before.

It was worth mentioning that Oklahoma City practically had no nightlife, but thanks to the spectacular Finals performance, the city finally welcomed a nighttime celebration of its own.

Fans gathered in groups, celebrating this historic moment together. Some even walked from one end of the city to the other, shouting in unison, "Oklahoma City Thunder!" "Oklahoma City Thunder!" "Oklahoma City Thunder!"... Every cry represented their love and support for the team.

But where there was joy, there was sorrow, and the sorrowful ones were naturally the Boston Celtics, who had been beaten at the buzzer.

At that moment, the Boston Celtics locker room was deathly silent. Everyone remained quiet, and some had even forgotten how