183: Blood, I haven't had my fill yet (asking for monthly votes!)

Once again, Roger danced on his opponents' grave.

At their home court, he climbed to the top of the world.

Climbing onto the scorer's table was Roger's signature celebratory move.

Standing above the other players after climbing the table gave Roger a regal sense of elation.

He reveled in these moments, enjoying the frustrated, pained, and fearful expressions of the opposing fans in the stands.

He relished the feeling of multi-colored confetti falling around him as he spread his arms, as if he were in the theater of dreams, with himself as the sole protagonist.

Karl Malone left directly after the game ended, swearing he would never shake hands or embrace Roger in his lifetime.

After all, it wasn't just the game he had lost, but also his dignity. He had become the league's number one softie following this playoff series.

Jerry Sloan sat expressionless on the bench, sighing internally as he watched the beautiful ribbons and the euphoric celebration of the Magic players.