"Ding, this is the captain, reminding all passengers that when arriving in Minneapolis, due to the snowstorm, the plane will be transferred to St. Cloud Municipal Airport for landing. Please be prepared. We will transfer to Landing in St. Cloud, please be prepared."
Min Congda was woken up by the captain's announcement on the plane. He was sleeping soundly when he heard that there was a snowstorm in Minneapolis.
It's true that blessings never come singly, and even God is helping Min Congda to add more surprises and unfavorable factors to the Clippers' devilish schedule.
Ada, who was sitting next to her, said: "Mr. Smart, there's a snowstorm in Minneapolis. We have to transfer to St. Cloud to land. There will definitely be a lot of delays on the way."
Min Congda stretched himself and thought to himself, Ada, this is a good thing, what is there to worry about?
"Ada, let me ask you, if the team is delayed on the road and does not have time to participate in the game, how will the result of the game be calculated?"
"Well...Situations like this rarely happen. In the past, there were situations like this when transportation was not developed. If something like that happens, the game will be postponed and replayed."
"It's a rematch. I thought the team that was late would lose."
Min Congda was having a whim here again, thinking that the Clippers would be unable to arrive in Minneapolis on time due to the heavy snow and would not be able to catch up with tomorrow night's game and would be directly sentenced to lose.
The Clippers have been in poor form recently, and Min Congda has tasted the sweetness of losing wages. In the past two or three weeks, he has received US$10,000 in after-tax losing wages, and added 50 shares of Apple stock.
When the Clippers players saw the general manager traveling with the team to an away game, they thought Mr. Smart was leading the army to boost everyone's morale.
Who knew that this guy was the biggest mole, thinking about the team losing all day long.
The plane circled in the sky, avoiding the blizzard, and headed further north to St. Cloud Municipal Airport.
When we arrived at the St. Cloud Municipal Airport, affected by the bad weather, the plane circled in 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 15th. The players had a good night's rest before participating in the game tomorrow.
Well now, by the time the plane landed at St. Cloud Municipal Airport, it was already past six in the evening and it was completely dark.
St. Cloud is further north than Minneapolis, and further north is Canada. The sun sets at five o'clock in the winter.
After getting off the plane, the biting cold wind penetrated his collar. Min Congda was shivering from the cold and tightened his down jacket again and again.
"Where is the shuttle bus? Where is the shuttle bus?" Min Congda thought, why is there no shuttle bus? I will freeze to death.
"Mr. Smart, there are not enough shuttle buses here, so everyone has to walk to the terminal!" Ada said.
She just asked the flight attendants if there is a shuttle bus for you on this kind of temporarily transferred plane.
Seeing that everyone had to walk several hundred 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 shouted to everyone: "Get in the car! This is our car! Get in the car!"
Min Congda was surprised and said: "Carmen, where did you get this car?"
Sloan said: "Before I came to Minnesota, I expected that there might be a snowstorm. If I were to transfer and land, it would usually be parked at St. Cloud Airport. So I called a day in advance to reserve a shuttle bus and got off the plane. Then I called him to come over, so we don’t have to walk to the airport.”
"Great, well done Sloan!"
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 did not have to go to the lobby in the cold wind. They took the car and arrived at the airport lobby smoothly. There was also a bus arranged by Sloan in advance. They put away all the luggage of the players and staff and set off for Minneapolis. .
They didn't have any delays in St. Cloud, arriving at their reserved hotel around 7 p.m.
There were also no problems with hotel check-in. The players were able to enter the room early, take a hot bath, lie in bed and rest to relieve the fatigue of the journey, and recharge their batteries for tomorrow's game.
After traveling a lot and it was freezing cold, Min Congda went to bed early to sleep.
He didn't realize that Sloan's proper arrangement would add to the team's combat effectiveness.
Imagine if Sloan hadn't been so concerned about the team's schedule and had flown to Minneapolis as originally planned.
Then we transferred to St. Cloud halfway. There was no shuttle bus, and the players froze to death first.
Next, we have to contact the bus company. I don’t know when I can get one due to the weather.
After the transportation is arranged and we arrive at the hotel, it will probably be midnight again, which will make the players very tired and affect their game state the next day.
The reason why Sloan was so interested was very simple, because he had enough money.
Last time Min Congda said he would increase the contract amount by 20%, so he did so when he returned.
Not only did he pay more, but he 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.
After Curry took a shower, he lay on the bed and called Ayesha. This guy was really attached to his girlfriend.
Every time I go to play away games, I have to talk to Ayesha on the phone for a while when I get to the hotel.
But tonight Curry simply reported that he was safe, chatted for a while, said he was sleepy and wanted to sleep, and hung up the phone early.
He really wasn't in the mood to have sex with his girlfriend. The team's recent poor morale and his own absence made him feel pressured.
The NBA is a place without memories. The memories of fans and media only last for two days.
If you play well, you will be praised and forgotten two days later. If you play poorly, you will be ridiculed and criticized immediately.
On the other hand, you were beaten to shit and scolded to shit. Two days later, you performed wonderfully and the licking dog arrived immediately.
This cycle goes on and on, and fans and media enjoy it, but for players, this back and forth is a source of pressure.
At the beginning of the season, Curry had not yet enjoyed much praise, and the doubts were slightly suppressed. During this period, as Curry did not perform well, the negative voices began to counterattack wildly.
Because of Gordon's injury and coach Dunleavy's rotation changes, Curry's playing time has increased and his playing time has moved forward.
He was a little uncomfortable because being the sixth man to lead the second lineup was different from being a fake starter.
The intensity of the defense he faces will be greater, and at the same time his tasks in defense will be heavier.
He now has to take on some of the defensive tasks that Gordon had to handle before, but this is not what he is good at.
Offense and defense are no longer the patterns they were used to before. It's amazing to be able to play well.
Thinking about Sposato telling himself that he wanted to increase his playing time, he was full of confidence, but he didn't expect that after a few games, he was not as satisfied as he wanted.
He communicated with Dunleavy, and Dunleavy just said to play according to your own ideas and don't think too much.
"I didn't think too much. I think I thought too little. NBA games are really not easy."
Curry was lying on the bed in a daze, and someone knocked on the door.
Curry stood up and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Balang, open the door."
It's Baron Davis. Why is he looking for me so late at night?
(End of chapter)
