Chapter 237: Not Many Injuries Left.
When Han Sen saw what was happening, he froze for a moment.
Sure, Knicks fans have the kind of energy that lets them boo drafting Kristaps Porziņģis live at the draft, but come on—this is Nike's golden child we're talking about! Doesn't LeBron deserve a little respect?
Then again, Han couldn't exactly blame them. The Knicks were on LeBron's wishlist when he left the Thunder, and the organization had bent over backward to make it happen.
In simpler terms, this is the bed you made, King. Lie in it.
That said, boos can mean two things. On one hand, it could just be disgust at a poor performance. On the other, it might be an attempt to light a fire under the player, pushing him to step up.
For now, the crowd seemed to lean toward the latter.
After all, Han had dropped one of the most savage pregame quotes of the season. Even if LeBron couldn't shut him down, he couldn't just let Han walk all over him, either.
This wasn't just any player—this was The Chosen One, King James, the supposed heir to Jordan's throne.
LeBron looked like he wanted to yell, "Do you think I don't want to fight back?"
If that were the case, would he have dared to challenge Han on the very first possession?
But wanting and doing? Two different things.