In the spacious, luxurious office of the Milwaukee Bucks' general manager, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed ready to condense into droplets.
The usually composed and steady general manager, a man accustomed to controlling the bigger picture, was now glaring furiously at the highlights of Giannis Antetokounmpo's last three games playing on his computer screen.
His hands were clenched tightly into fists, his knuckles white from the force, his teeth grinding as the rage in his heart swelled like an erupting volcano, impossible to contain.
Whenever he thought of how a super-prospect who should have belonged to his team was now shining brightly in a Boston Celtics uniform, his blood boiled. He wished he could fly straight to Boston and have it out with that damned Danny Ainge.
(Danny Ainge: ???)
After all, it had been the Milwaukee Bucks who first discovered the raw gem that was Giannis Antetokounmpo!
Yet in the end, the Boston Celtics had successfully taken him with the ninth pick. How could that not leave him resentful?
Especially after seeing Giannis Antetokounmpo's stunning performances over those three games, his anger had reached its peak.
In the first game, Giannis Antetokounmpo had been like a ferocious beast, effortlessly putting up 6 points, 6 rebounds, 1 assist, 2 steals, and 1 block.
In the second game, his firepower had not diminished in the slightest as he again posted 8 points, 5 rebounds, 2 assists, and 3 steals.
Then, in the third matchup, he had been in magnificent form, turning in an all-around stat line of 9 points, 7 rebounds, 3 steals, and 3 blocks.
Over those three games, he had averaged 7.6 points, 6 rebounds, 1 assist, 2.6 steals, and 1.3 blocks per game.
Those numbers were simply worthy of an all-around warrior!
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