With Kwame Brown's iron elbow sweeping across the court, the battle between the two came to an end.
Bogut, wracked by unbearable pain, went down.
Like a battered stray dog covered in wounds.
Kwame Brown received a Level 1 technical foul and was ejected from the game.
Zhou Ze was arguing with the referees, repeatedly explaining that Kwame Brown had not done it deliberately—it had been an instinctive reaction.
But not only did the referees ignore Zhou Ze, they also warned him to mind his behavior on the court.
Zhou Ze immediately got angry and was about to unleash a string of curses when Kobe grabbed him from behind and shouted, "You little bastard, calm down! How many more games do you want to be suspended for?"
"I'm not paying any more fines for you."
The moment Zhou Ze heard the word "fines," he finally calmed down a little.
Having lost three teeth, Bogut was helped off the court by Milwaukee Bucks players. Their team doctor rushed over as well to treat his injuries.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
As Kwame Brown reached the home team tunnel, preparing to return to the locker room, thunderous applause erupted around him.
Kwame Brown stopped in place and looked around.
"Man, you did great."
"Kwame Brown, don't feel guilty or blame yourself. That elbow you threw was an elbow of justice."
"Great elbow, brother!"
"Los Angeles blood really does flow through your veins."
To be fair.
Elbowing was not only something that should not be encouraged—it should be banned.
But Kwame Brown had stood up for his teammate. It had been an elbow of justice.
It still should not be encouraged, but there was even less reason to blame him for it.
Kwame Brown turned back toward the court and saw Zhou Ze waving both