"Damn, this was seriously cursed! A deep three from the backcourt, and even a game-winning shot that was guaranteed to go in bounced out! The Pelicans were unbelievably unlucky!"
"Who remembers who Jordan picked on that TNT show earlier?"
"Holy shit! Now that you mention it, everything makes sense. Jordan is seriously cursed now!"
"If the Finals end up being Warriors versus Knicks, that'd be fun."
"If it were Xiao Hua, would he tilt the whistle right now? Then force a Pelicans-Cavaliers sequel script?"
"Come on, Xiao Hua wouldn't favor the Pelicans. But with Tatum in charge now, I'm really worried some player will get injured again."
"Don't worry, they've only played three games. Just wait, the Pelicans will win the next one. Tang will erupt!"
"Tang will definitely erupt, but I'm afraid Jordan's curse is too powerful..."
After Game 3 of the Eastern and Western Conference Finals, the landscape changed in an unexpected way.
For Cavaliers and Pelicans fans, this was undoubtedly a difficult time. But for everyone else, the games had become even more anticipated.
Especially the Western Conference Finals.
If the Pelicans lost again, they would fall behind 1-3.
The two teams had been evenly matched these past few games. Especially in Games 2 and 3, the difference had come down to a single shot.
At a time like this, if some mysterious force was pulling the strings, losing could happen in an instant.
The next game would still be held in Oakland, a perfect opportunity for the Warriors.
The day before that game, the league had two major events happening at once.
Game 4 of the Eastern Conference Finals was held at Madison Square Garden.
To everyone's surprise, Howard, who had previously been declared out for the season with a broken collarbone, took the court