Marv Albert nodded and picked up the topic.
"Seventy-two wins and three losses. What a terrifying number."
"Look at the condition of every player on the court, every box-out, every defensive possession."
"Their desire to compete is even stronger than it was at the start of the season."
"Everyone wants to be part of making history. That belief is driving the entire team."
Bill Walton folded his hands before him, his expression turning more cautious.
"I'm equally amazed by their strength and fighting spirit, but we can't ignore the hidden risks."
The atmosphere in the studio fell slightly quiet.
The image on the giant screen froze on footage of Michael Jordan in action.
On-screen, Jordan kept running and sliding laterally, taking shot after shot after repeated physical battles.
Sweat streamed continuously down from his temples.
Bill Walton slowly spoke, voicing his concern.
"Michael Jordan is already thirty-seven years old."
"Don't let his dazzling scoring displays fool you."
"His body is long past its peak."
"During this final stretch of the regular season, he has to play at high intensity every game."
"All that running, physical contact, and clutch shot-taking is wearing down his body."
"For now, he can hold on through sheer willpower."
"But what happens when the playoffs arrive, with even greater intensity and more brutal contact?"
"The massive physical toll could very well cause his form to fall off a cliff."
"Once Jordan's firepower declines, the Knicks' offensive system will be directly affected."
As soon as he said that, the studio fell into a brief silence.
It was a reality that no basketball expert could avoid.
No matter how great a thirty-seven-year-old veteran was, he could not fight the passage of time.
Kevin Harlan immediately shook his head and offered a different view.
"Bill, your concern is valid,