现在的NBA看过太多的肌肉猛男,太多的暴扣,太多的强打,太多的硬吃,太多的生硬和火爆,让球迷开始期待一种全新的复古意识流。在安德鲁·米勒已经把斯托克顿从前交到他手中的大旗重重地摔在地上,然后又狠狠地踩上几脚后已经绝迹。猛然间一缕清新的风吹来,就像是尚未绽放的雏菊散发出的淡淡的幽香,虽不扑鼻,却同样沁人心脾。他不似马布里一般的张扬,也不像纳什一样 NBA now read too much muscle macho, too much dunks, too much hitting, too much hard to eat, too much stiff and hot, so fans began looking forward to a new kind of retro stream of consciousness. After Andrew Miller had plunged Stockman’s banner, which he used to throw into the hands, to the ground, and then severely stepped on a few feet, it had disappeared. Suddenly a ray of fresh wind blowing, like a daisy has not yet bloom bloom of the faint fragrance, though not smelly, but equally refreshing. He is not like Marbury’s publicity, nor the same as Nash