Dominique Wilkins returned to the locker room in a glum mood. As a veteran, a once-domineering superstar, he was respected everywhere he went.
Especially last season in Europe, he was the jewel in the queen's crown, held with utmost care by everyone.
It's not hard to imagine the downshift in feelings, from daily victories and cheers in the spotlight to coming home and seeing a full staff of maids bowing to him, to now being verbally abused by a youngster grabbing his jersey.
In other words, suddenly no one was pampering him.
No wonder Wilkins was in a bad mood.
After finishing his extra shooting practice, Roger returned to the locker room, glanced at Wilkins, and didn't say much.
It was as if nothing had happened on the court.
Wilkins expected Roger to say something to repair their relationship, like "Dom, sorry, I was impulsive," "Hey, you know, I did it only for the win, no hard feelings," or something along those lines.
