Link pushed open the locker room door and walked in. Inside, it was dead silent.
Everyone had their heads lowered. The proud Grizzlies had none of the swagger of victors they usually carried.
The locker room was frighteningly quiet; even the players' breathing could be heard clearly.
Trailing by 21 points at halftime was indeed a rare predicament for the Grizzlies.
In the past, they had always been the ones suppressing their opponents, the ones leading everyone else around by the nose. Even when they lost, most of the time it had been by narrow margins.
But today, the Grizzlies had been thoroughly routed.
Everyone had been stunned senseless. It had been a long time since the Grizzlies had faced such a powerful opponent.
Klay Thompson's string of contested shots in the second quarter had also cast a huge shadow over the Grizzlies players.
When a player put on that kind of performance, it was hard to convince yourself that you could beat him.
Fourteen of seventeen from the field, seven of eight from three, 37 points in one half...
A performance like Klay Thompson's would have been difficult to pull off even in a video game.
Yet reality was often more fantastical than any game.
Link looked at everyone and said nothing. He walked in first and shut the locker room door.
He went to his locker, utterly calm.
Just when everyone thought Link had been beaten speechless as well, he slammed his fist heavily against the locker!
Bang!
The sound was like an explosion, jolting everyone awake.
"Hey, we got the shit beaten out of us. Don't you want to hit back? Or are you just going home to your mothers like this?"
Link did not shout. His tone was remarkably calm.
After saying just that one sentence,