"Chen, over here!"
"Chen, will Penny be able to return for the first round of the playoffs?"
"How's his wrist? Will he need surgery?"
On one side of the tunnel, reporters craned their necks, shouting at Chen Yu.
Chen Yu walked past with his bag, ignoring them completely.
Today was the last day of the regular season, and also the Phoenix Suns' final game of the season.
Against the Mavericks.
This game was incredibly important.
The regular season standings were almost set. The top three spots in the West were unlikely to change much; the King, with 57 wins, were still first in the West.
The Lakers had 54 wins and couldn't catch the King no matter what, so they were relegated to third place.
The Spurs, with 53 wins, had climbed to second place by virtue of winning the Southwest Division. By that logic, the Lakers had gotten a raw deal.
But they were the defending champions and a powerful team. They were confident no matter who they faced, so it didn't really matter.
