Others had sharp tongues. Jordan was not sharp-tongued—he was poisonous.
He could still vaguely remember that Elite Eight game against North Carolina.
North Carolina had played terribly in the first half with Jordan there, but the moment Jordan left in the second half, they came alive and nearly turned the game around.
Whether you believed in metaphysics or not, it was there.
Seeing Tang Tian's expression, Diop seemed to think of something too.
Jordan had been a god when he played basketball. Even after retirement, he was still a god—just a god of misfortune.
"It's fine. We've built up a strong resistance. Didn't you turn even Barkley into a Tang fan?"
Diop said with a grin.
Tang Tian shook his head with a smile.
Metaphysics was not something people could control.
The day before the Western Conference Finals began, the Warriors arrived in New Orleans.
Like the Thunder and Rockets before them, they would begin their series against the Pelicans on the road.
But unlike the Thunder and Rockets, the Warriors were clearly much more confident. Their routine practice after arriving was open to the public.
With such a highly anticipated series, reporters had gathered along the sidelines in droves.
Before practice had even ended, however, Curry and Thompson had already returned to the locker room.
When practice ended, Durant and Green were still putting in extra work, while Head Coach Cole became the target of the reporters' siege.
Cameras and microphones surrounded him from every direction.
"What do you think about TNT's latest show? Michael believes the Pelicans have a better chance of winning this series."
The reporter seized on the hot topic, opening with a rather novel question.
After all, Cole had once been Jordan's teammate, and now his former teammate did not favor his team.
"That's a