Larry. Pretend to beep and never roll over. Bird.

One of the greatest legendary stars in the NBA. In Indiana, even a three-year-old child knows the story of "Larry Legend".

Although Bird's heyday was in the 1980s, there are very few fans who have truly experienced that era.

But no matter how long it has been, as long as you are a basketball fan, you will always remember Bird's deeds.

His classic moments of pretentiousness added a lot of color to the basketball world.

Even if a "Larry Bird Encyclopedia" was published for this purpose, it would not be too much.

"Are you here to compete for second place?"

"You don't even need to take off your coat to teach your brother a lesson."

"Today I hit with my left hand, and I'm waiting with my right hand to hit the Lakers."

"I'm going to kill you here later."

Look, is this human language?

He is simply a great people's artist walking on the basketball court.

Reggie Miller, the now-talking soul of the Pacers, was criticized by Bird to the point of being autistic when he first entered the league.

At this time, the basketball great and the dean of pretenders was sitting next to Wayne, staring at Wayne with an unsettling smile.

Wayne was really afraid that Bird would blurt out the entire sentence: "To give you a brief introduction, I am the best shooter in NBA history. Yes, the best."

Fortunately, Bird is indeed much more restrained now than when he was a player.

Although he occasionally makes shocking remarks, he is no longer so unscrupulous.

"Wayne, Jeff, I'm glad you can come to Indianapolis. Really, thank you very much. After all, not all rookies who are predicted to be selected in the lottery are willing to come to Indianapolis for a tryout."

Bird said a few polite words at first, and then began to introduce the scenery of Indianapolis along the street.

"Did you see it? That's the iconic building in Indianapolis, the Indy 500 Speedway."

"That's Chinatown, and believe me Wayne, you'll feel very welcome in Indianapolis."

Bird kept talking, he was no different from an ordinary middle-aged man now.

After a while, the car drove to the Bankers Life Arena.

There is also a huge poster of the Pacers' starting five hanging above the arena.

But when Bird saw those posters, his eyes dimmed a lot.

Yes, the Pacers have just experienced a huge blow.

If they hadn't lost to the Pistons, they would now be competing against the Lakers in the Finals.

Bird adjusted his mood, and then quickly smiled: "Here we are, this is the home court of the Pacers. We only started using this arena in 1999, and all the facilities are still very new."

Although the Pacers have been eliminated, there are still many fans gathered outside the arena.

There is no way, basketball is as popular in Indiana as football is in the UK.

In addition to the vast tracts of cornfields, the most popular area in Indiana is probably the basketball stadium.

Every small town in this state has a basketball team and its own league.

On game days, many stores will even close to watch the game.

It can be said to be the birthplace of American country basketball...

The car drove into the underground parking lot of the arena, and Wayne and Schwartz followed Bird into the interior of Bankers Life Arena.

"We have prepared the clothes and the trial training can start at any time. If you need to rest, we are not in a hurry.

Don't be nervous Wayne, I just want to see your true level, okay?"

It has to be said that the Pacers attach about the same importance to Wayne as the Trail Blazers.

"Well, there's no need to rest, let's get started." Wayne didn't want to waste time. Anyway, after going around in this circle, he had almost experienced the process of the trial training, and there was no need to be nervous at all.

Therefore, there is no need to adjust your emotions.

"Haha, you are really decisive, Wayne, just like you do every time you take a key shot." Bird nodded approvingly.

The key ball...is simply a pain in the Pacers' feet.

Wayne then went straight to the locker room, but as soon as he opened the door and entered, Wayne saw an old acquaintance.

"Hey, why are you here?" In the locker room, a strong and strong old man who was changing clothes opened his eyes wide.

"Hey, you're here too." Wayne wasn't that surprised. It wasn't his first time training with other rookies.

David Harrison felt like he had seen a ghost. How could Wayne, who was ranked in the lottery in the mock draft, come to Indianapolis!

This damn ghost is still lingering!

The images of being brutally beaten by the Cowboys in the regular season were echoing in Harrison's mind.

The pain of youth made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Are you here for a trial?" Harrison asked.

"Otherwise I'm here to eat corn?" Wayne was speechless. What's the problem?

"Are you so unsure of yourself? You should know that the Pacers only have the 29th overall pick this year, right?

Do you think you're going to fall down? So why don't you try it out and find a spare tire?" Harrison smiled jokingly, and it seemed that Wayne still knew what was going on.

He also knows that his mock draft pick is only artificially high!

"No, Bird insisted on me coming and picked me up at the airport. Why do you have the nerve to refuse?"

"Bird... pick you up at the airport in person?" Harrison was hurt by ten thousand points.

He came to the arena by car by himself!

They are all here for trial training, but the treatment is so different.

Harrison couldn't help but clenched his fists, and in his heart he put Wayne on the opposite side again.

Since the Pacers asked them all to come, they must fight for real.

Harrison is trying to save face here!

After all, the Pacers are the last team in the first round. If Harrison cannot be selected by the Pacers, he will fall to the second round.

Harrison didn't want this to happen.

No matter what, he would avenge his shame in front of Wayne today.

This is not about face, it is about survival!

Before Wayne realized it, a pair of eyes full of resentment had already begun to stare at him.

Because he found something more interesting.

"I said...what are you doing..."

"Wear socks, what's wrong? You don't wear socks when playing ball." Harrison replied lightly.

"Wear socks... you're wearing three pairs of socks! I'm just doing it for this little bit of height. As for you, you're already tall!" The guard relied on socks and insoles to fill up.

I have seen taller Wayne do this before, and this is the first time Wayne has seen such a big center.

"I...you know a hammer, I'm just trying to protect my ankle!" Harrison blushed, stood up, walked out of the locker room, and started to warm up.

In fact, Harrison is not trying to prove how tall he is, but he has gained weight again this summer!

In order to make his weight look normal, he could only start with his height.

As long as you are tall enough, it makes sense for you to be fat!

Wayne now knows why the heights of NBA players are so unreal.

Damn it, there are routines everywhere!

After changing clothes and fully warming up, Wayne began to conduct various tests on the basketball court.

The tests were the same old ones, and Wayne was very familiar with them.

On another adjacent court, Harrison was working on the same project.

On the sidelines, Bird and Donnie Walsh stood together, looking at the two of them respectively.

"I told you, Wayne is much better than Harrison. Not just in ability, but also in attitude.

If you look at Wayne's body, he is a bit stronger than he was in the Final Four. He must have worked hard to polish his body in the summer. If you look at Harrison, he is almost fat as a ball."

Bird proudly whispered in Walsh's ear.

Bird originally didn't want to try out Harrison, but Walsh insisted on letting him come.

After all, the two have not yet reached an agreement on the draft.

Walsh didn't want Bird to waste his chips on a rookie, so he simply chose Harrison.

And Bird believes that Wayne is the player the team needs, even if he pays some price.
To be continued...