I was determined to be bad, but I went straight to the Basketball Hall of Fame

Chapter 114 Sloan's Prediction (Part [-])
"Ding, this is the captain. I would like to remind all passengers that we are arriving in Minneapolis ahead. Due to the snowstorm, the plane will be diverted to St. Cloud Airport for landing. Please be prepared. We will transfer to St. Cloud is landing, everyone, get ready."

Min Congda was woken up by the captain's broadcast on the plane. He was soundly asleep when he heard that Minneapolis was hit by a snowstorm.

It's really a blessing that misfortunes never come singly. Even God is helping Min Congda, adding more accidents and unfavorable factors to the Clippers' devil schedule.

Ada, who was sitting on the side, said: "Mr. Smart, Minneapolis has encountered a snowstorm. We are going to transfer to St. Cloud and land. There must be a lot of delay on the way."

Min Congda stretched his waist, thinking to himself that this is a good thing for Ada, what is there to worry about?

"Ada, let me ask you, if the team is delayed on the road and has no time to participate in the game, how will the result of the game be calculated?"

"Well... such a situation rarely happens. It used to happen when the traffic was not developed. If that happens, the game time will be postponed and replayed."

"A rematch, I thought the late team would lose."

Min Congda is whimsical again here, thinking that the Clippers will be directly sentenced to lose because of the heavy snow and not being able to arrive in Minneapolis on time, failing to catch up with tomorrow night's game.

The Clippers are not in good shape recently, and Min Congda has tasted the sweetness of losing wages. In the past two or three weeks, he has received $10000 in after-tax losing wages, and has made up his position in 50 Apple stocks.

But the Clippers players saw the general manager going away with the team, but thought that Mr. Smart was leading the army to boost everyone's morale.

Who knows that this guy is the biggest ghost, thinking about the team losing all day long.

The plane circled in the sky, avoided the blizzard, and flew further north towards St. Cloud Airport.

When we arrived at St. Cloud Airport, affected by the bad weather, the plane circled the sky for another half an hour before finding the landing window.

Originally, the team was scheduled to arrive in Minneapolis on the afternoon of December 12th. The players had a good night's rest and will participate in the game tomorrow.

Well now, when the plane landed at St. Cloud Airport, it was already past six o'clock in the evening, and it was completely dark.

The dimension of St. Cloud is further north than Minneapolis, and further north is Canada. In winter, the sun goes down at five o'clock.

After getting off the plane, the biting cold wind pierced his collar. Min Congda shivered from the cold, and tightened his down jacket tighter and tighter.

"Where is the shuttle bus? Where is the shuttle bus?" Min Congda thought, why there is no shuttle bus, I will freeze to death.

"Mr. Smart, there are not enough shuttle buses here, everyone can only walk to the waiting hall!" Ada said.

She just asked the flight attendants, how can there be a shuttle bus for this kind of temporary transfer of the plane.

Seeing that everyone has to walk hundreds of meters against the cold wind to reach the airport hall.

At this time, a shuttle bus appeared in everyone's sight, and then stopped near the Clippers players.

Carmen Sloan yelled at the crowd: "Get in the car! It's our car! Get in the car!"

Min Congda was surprised: "Carmen, where did you get this car?"

Sloan said: "Before I came to Minnesota, I expected that there might be a snowstorm. If I diverted and landed, I usually stopped at St. Cloud Airport. So I called a day in advance to book a shuttle bus and got off the plane. Afterwards, I called him to tell him to come over, so you don’t have to walk to the airport.”

"Great job, nice job Sloane!"

Min Congda did not expect that Sloan had predicted the weather and the possibility of the plane diverting and landing, and planned ahead.

In this way, the players don’t have to go to the lobby against the cold wind. They arrived at the airport lobby smoothly by car. There was also a bus arranged by Sloan in advance. After putting away the luggage of the players and staff, they set off for Minneapolis. up.

They didn't have any delays in St. Cloud, and arrived at the reserved hotel after seven o'clock in the evening.

There was also no problem with the hotel check-in. The players were able to enter the room early, take a hot bath, lie on the bed and rest to relieve the fatigue of the journey, and recharge their batteries for tomorrow's game.

Due to the busy journey and the freezing weather, Min Congda went to bed early and went to sleep.

He didn't realize that Sloan's proper arrangement would add to the team's combat effectiveness.

Imagine if Sloan hadn't paid that much attention to the team's itinerary and had flown to Minneapolis as originally planned.

Then halfway to St. Cloud, there is no shuttle bus, and the players freeze to death first.

Then I have to contact the bus. I don't know when I can get the bus in this damn weather.

After the vehicles are arranged and they arrive at the hotel, it will probably be midnight again, which will make the players exhausted and affect the state of the game the next day.

The reason why Sloan is so caring is also very simple, because there is enough money.

Last time Min Congda said to add 20.00% of the contract amount, and he added it when he went back.

Not only did it increase, but also settled the previous arrears, which made Sloan very grateful.

Therefore, he pays special attention to the team's schedule and security, and uses available resources so that the players can play with peace of mind and not be disturbed by external factors.

Curry called Ayesha in bed after taking a shower, and this guy is really attached to his girlfriend.

Every time I go to play away games, I have to call Ayesha for a while when I get to the hotel.

But tonight, Curry simply reported that he was safe, chatted for a while, said that he was sleepy and wanted to sleep, and hung up the phone early.

He is really not in the mood to flirt with his girlfriend. The recent poor morale of the team and his offline status have caused him a sharp increase in pressure.

The NBA is a place without memory, fans and the media only have 2 days of memory.

If you play well, you will praise it and forget it two days later. If you play badly, you will be ridiculed and criticized immediately.

On the contrary, you were beaten into shit and scolded like shit. Two days later, you performed brilliantly and licked the dog immediately.

It goes on and on like this, the fans and the media enjoy it, but for the players, this kind of repetition is a source of pressure.

At the beginning of the season, Curry hadn't enjoyed much praise yet, and doubts were suppressed a little bit. During this period, as Curry performed poorly, negative voices began to counterattack wildly.

Because of Gordon's injury and Dunleavy's coaching rotation changes, Curry's playing time has increased and the timing of his playing has been brought forward.

He was a little uncomfortable, because being the sixth man with the second team was different from being a fake starter.

The intensity of the defense he faces will be greater, and at the same time his task will be increased in defense.

Some of the defensive tasks that Gordon had to deal with before, he will now take on, but this is not what he is good at.

Offense and defense are no longer the pattern I was used to before, and it would be strange if I could play well.

Thinking of Spozato telling himself to increase playing time before, he was full of confidence, but he didn't expect a few games to be unsatisfactory.

He had communicated with Dunleavy, and Dunleavy just said, just play according to your own ideas, don't think too much.

"I didn't think too much. I think I thought too little. The NBA game is really not easy."

Curry was lying on the bed in a daze when someone knocked on the door.

Curry stood up and asked, "Who?"

"It's me, Baron, the door opener."

It was Baron Davis, what did he want me for at night?

(End of this chapter)