Dragged into a Game Seven, both sides won their respective home games, and to enter the finals, we had to win in Salt Lake City.
The difficulty of Game Seven is that in such a match, many things you take for granted may fail, and in the end, you don't know what will decide the victory.
Before the game, I was very nervous, more so than when I was a player myself. I hid in the locker room, away from everyone, away from cameras and microphones.
NBC's reporter Jim Gray was even more annoying than I imagined.
Before the seventh game, I had to turn the tactical whiteboard to the wall so that no one could see the contents on it.
Sure enough, Jim Gray appeared in our locker room, trying to turn the board back around so he could see our tactics.
He wasn't the Jazz team's spy; he just wanted to use these shots to boost the ratings, but we didn't want him to do that.
During the game, at halftime, Gray tried to eavesdrop on our discussions.
