"Now! We are about to witness another glorious moment in Los Angeles Lakers history!" Magic Johnson had risen from the commentary desk, just like the Lakers fans in the arena, the diehard fans outside the plaza, and every basketball-loving viewer in front of their television.
The game between the Lakers and the Bulls was about to end.
The Finals were coming to an end.
This thrilling series would finally draw to a close.
The Lakers players' faces glowed with joy!
That was the color of champions!
Even Robert Horry, Mr. Clutch, who was winning his third championship, could not stop smiling at this moment.
We defeated the God of Basketball!
We beat Jordan 4-1!
We ended the Chicago Bulls dynasty!
We are champions!
At this moment, every Lakers player was the happiest person in the world!
All the Lakers players would remember June 11, 1998, for the rest of their lives.
Jerry West's eyes narrowed into slits from his smile.
This Lakers team was truly moving.
If someone had said two seasons ago that the Lakers would win 70 games twice in a row, reach the Finals twice in a row, and ultimately defeat the God of Basketball, His Airness, to seize the championship in dominant fashion, even the craziest Lakers fans would have blushed at the thought!
But now!
They had done it!
They had withstood every doubt!
They had cut down the omnipotent God of Basketball!
And crowned themselves kings!
There were 8 seconds left in the game.
Bulls 87:101 Lakers.
Jordan was subbed out by Zen Master.
Even after all his teammates had given up on the game, the God of Basketball had persisted until the final moment.
37 points, 5 rebounds, 3 assists, 2 steals, 1 block, 3 turnovers.
This was the answer the God of