"We found a way to deal with the Lakers. We won! And we'll keep winning!" Zen Master said in an interview. Even someone as composed as him wore an excited expression!
Excited!
Zen Master was positively beaming, completely unlike his usual self.
His tactics had been executed almost perfectly, and the result delighted him just as much.
They had won!
A comfortable, decisive victory.
The Lakers had been taken down by the Hornets without much of a struggle.
He had practically shut down every one of the Lakers' strengths!
This was a crushing victory on the tactical level!
For a coach, this kind of win made Zen Master far happier than Michael Jordan scoring 70+ points to win!
"Michael is a great player! No one at his age can still score 39 points and grab 11 rebounds in the Finals!!! He is a legend himself!"
"There isn't a more complete player in the league than Grant. Who was the last player to rack up triple-doubles as easily as taking something from his pocket?"
"Every Hornets player did what he was supposed to do! This victory would not have been possible without their efforts!" Zen Master was even more lavish in his praise for the players.
Jordan smiled, while Grant Hill also looked somewhat relieved.
They had taken it!
The team that won Game 1 of the Finals had a 70.83% chance of eventually winning the championship.
They had taken the first game, and it had been a tactical beatdown. Their odds of winning the remaining games were simply too high!
Jordan seemed to see the throne of the greatest player in history, the God of Basketball, beckoning to him!
Grant Hill could practically see his first championship trophy hanging beside his bed!
The Charlotte media were beside themselves with excitement,