The Flying Pig Barrage Shows Its Power! There's Nothing Wrong with Getting Physical, Right?

United States, Phoenix

America West Arena

"What the—?"

"Chris got knocked out cold! Li Fei's got some serious power!"

"Good lord, how hard did he hit him?"

"Get up, Chris! The floor's cold!"

The more than twenty thousand fans in attendance erupted in an uproar.

Chris Webber had been out cold on the baseline for nearly a minute.

The baseline had practically become Webber's favorite place to nap.

The two commentators from China were just as stunned. "We'd heard Li Fei was built like a monster, but we never expected him to knock his opponent out in less than two minutes."

"Li Fei might have caught him with an elbow, but Chris Webber grabbed him first. If you ask me, Webber had that elbow coming."

"Li Fei, get him!"

That was why you had to love Zhang Zhidao's commentary: impartial as ever, with a strong preference for Li Fei.

At last, after the medical staff repeatedly called to him, Chris Webber opened his eyes.

His gaze was still unfocused.

"Tell me, how many fingers is this?"

A medical staff member held up two fingers in front of Webber.

"Go out!"

Webber slapped the staff member's hand away.

"Chris, how are you feeling?"

Jim Lynam came over to Webber.

"More important than winning or losing this game is making sure you're healthy."

The Bullets had spent a fortune trading for Chris Webber, their future franchise cornerstone.

They could afford to lose the game, but they couldn't afford to lose Webber to injury.

"I know what I'm doing, Coach."

"I'm in the best shape of my life. I'll fight Li Fei until the end of time."

To give credit where it was due,

the usually soft Webber was showing some real toughness today.

Right now, all he wanted was revenge on Li