"Hey! Manu, try these tacos and chili con queso! You can't get Mexican food this authentic in Argentina, can you? Though this will be our last meal in Texas." Little Fish carried an overflowing plate of food and sat down beside Manu Ginobili.
"Derek, Argentina is also in South America. They have Mexican food there too." Manu scratched his head.
"Oh, right! Right!" Little Fish spread his hands. It was a normal American reaction. In the eyes of the American people, they were the center of the world. There was no need for them to understand a world map, much less geographical directions.
This was the day after Game 4 between the Lakers and Houston, and the Lakers players' final meal in Houston.
After this meal, they would return to Los Angeles.
"Has Shaq been like this since yesterday's game?"
"Maybe he's been like this since the end of the previous game."
"Shaq still hasn't left his room?" Campbell curiously asked Eddie Jones.
"No. We obviously won, but Shaq looks really troubled. I honestly don't know why." Eddie Jones rubbed his bald head.
"The strangest thing is that Shaq didn't even come out for mealtime! That's simply unbelievable!" Horry said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, yeah! Shaq, who's always the most enthusiastic about eating, isn't in the dining room. I've noticed our food suddenly feels a lot more plentiful!" Stephen Jackson hugged his plate and practically buried his head in it.
"You don't even get it?" Campbell curled his lip.
"Why! Elden, you'd better explain yourself today."
"I know why, but it wouldn't be appropriate for me to say." The effeminate guy began speaking in that annoyingly cryptic tone!
Byron Scott watched the Lakers players fooling around, then glanced worriedly toward O'Neal's room.
This was nothing like the usual O'Neal.
Too strange.
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