"Defensive Player of the Year? Hah..."
"Seriously, it's only because guys like Gary Payton are getting old, otherwise how would it be his turn!"
"Exactly, his eyes were practically bloodshot, yet he let Gilbert score 25 points."
"Maybe I should guard him the day after tomorrow; otherwise, I'll have to treat him to a meal next time."
"I think you're right, Su, it should be you. I feel like he thinks he's bound to lose, so he deliberately let Gilbert score those extra two points."
"Yeah, his character's just not good!"
"Definitely not good!"
...
Artest, standing right beside them, listening to these two people talk smack right to his face, several times wanted to retort, but the piercing words left him with his mouth agape for ages, unable to say anything substantial.
Dammit, it's all Gilbert's fault!
Artest decided to blame all the mistakes on Arenas.
Just wait for the next game, I'll skin you alive!
