"Other than that matter, how would you evaluate the league during Xiao Hua's era? You know, Americans can be very generous sometimes. When necessary, they selectively forget."
Barkley was really digging a hole, and his big mouth really dared to say anything.
Those NBA owners only saw money from the investors' perspective. What happened half a year ago had been a huge deal at the time, but if it involved profits, then when necessary, it was no longer a problem.
"Charles, you should spend more time on social media."
Tang Tian knew it was a trap and did not jump straight into it. He was angry, but he would not lose his mind.
"Hm?"
Barkley looked at Tang Tian in confusion.
"As the pace of games gets faster and faster, and games become increasingly controlled by referees, fans no longer discuss the games themselves. They discuss statistics."
Tang Tian continued.
Barkley froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
That statement directly killed the game.
The small-ball era and the three-point era had indeed been exciting for a while, but it was like the emptiness after a climax. Even now, it had not recovered.
Because after watching too much of it, it really became boring.
Three-pointers, dunks, traditional big men gradually fading from the league to accommodate the trend, severe declines in interior defense due to the lack of elite big men, perimeter players freely going one-on-one because there was no interior defense, increasingly simplistic tactics caused by unrestricted one-on-one play, and the aesthetic fatigue of games themselves brought about by tactical monotony.
All of those details were linked together. Short-term excitement could not guarantee long-term development.
It was shortsightedness, drinking poison to quench thirst.
The league during the Stern Era had already enjoyed such high ratings. With today's advances