Adelman, his temples graying, didn't talk about any tactics. He didn't even grab a clipboard, just clapped his hands and signaled for everyone to gather.
"Alright, fellas, enjoy tonight's game."
He said this with a calm, collected smile.
It was hard not to be collected. After all, there was no way they were going to lose.
The starting center was O'Neal, the power forward was Duncan, and his protégé, King Chris Webber, was moved to the small forward position.
In the backcourt, it was Kobe paired with J Kidd.
And on the bench, they had Postman Ma Long, Admiral David Robinson, Wolf King Garnett, and Rashid Wallace.
Now look at the other side: an aging Mutombo, and Antonio Davis, who had only made his first All-Star team because Ratcliffe was injured.
Who else did they have?
The disparity in the frontcourt was so massive, it would be hard to lose even if they tried.
