Oh the feeling I had stepping into the stadium was unequal to all else. It has been
SO hard keeping my enthusiasm these few days. I haven't slept since beating Sacramento and you can see it in my face. I want this game against Philly tonight, I simply can't wait.
My slick office doesn't normally shine bright with sunshine. Today though,the light was bleeding through as if my blinds were only leaves at the top of a jungle. My coffee was barely keeping my eyes open, damn McDonald's frappes. They do you no good. It was still about noon at this point and I had already been up the day before New Year's day, and the day after. Of course I wasn't going to sleep last night. I hope our players did though, they'll need the rest.
My eyes did another set of pin setting when there was a knock at my door. I grunted to tell them to come in and the first thing I saw was a man with a maze in his hair.
Huey Newton: Hey A.I. You been to sleep yet?
Allen Iverson: You kiddin' me? Of course not. I'm as ready as you are for this game, feel like I've been awake since Christmas.
He studied the look on my face and the half-empty coffee on my desk.
Iverson: Doesn't look like you slept a peep either.
Newton: Nah, but I have kept myself busy these last few days, haven't gotten my hands on Thad since leaving Sacramento a few days ago.
Iverson: Humph, why do you need him?
Newton: I'm checking up on everyone, it's weird for him to drop off the face of the world like this. If he had something personal, he'd tell me I would think.
At my last word, both of our phones went off. I pulled out my iPhone to read a number I had not yet seen, it was a Pennsylvania number though. Allen answered his right away and looked worried after a few seconds. I set my phone on my desk, they would call my business phone if they really needed me. The phone bounced slightly on the glass table and I thought it would break for a second.
After a while, Allen finally got off of his phone.
Iverson: That was Thad's assistant, he got on the wrong plane a few days ago and has struggled to get back. He boarded a plane to Philadelphia instead of Phoenix and couldn't get on one during New Year's Eve. He's on his way back, but I can't imagine how tired he'll be on the way back.
I wiped my face
Newton: Shoot. I wished I knew that, seems like he'll have to play a little less tonight. Think we should get someone on a ten-day contract to rest him tonight?
Iverson: Well that could be a plan, but that guy would have to already BE in Phoenix for us to even grab him, we'd have to get those papers signed, like right now.
I had to think, my phone started ringing again and it was the same number. Who was this? I ignored it again and tried to figure out who we could get under a contract. This isn't easy, out of the hundreds of players eligible to play, he'd have to be in Phoenix already. I continued to press on in my head of possible players.
Newton: What about Jason Collins? He has a home in Glendale, right?
Iverson: What? Collins? You mean the guy who came out recently?
Newton: Does that matter Allen? We need bodies right now, we don't have much of a choice!
Iverson: Whoa chill, I think you need to answer that phone right now though, its going off again.
He was right, that same number. I was getting quite tired of this. Whatever reason they keep calling me better be pretty important or I'll yell at them like a sergeant on a gunny. I picked it up so fast it almost slipped out of my hands and just about knocked over the table. I made a indication to Allen.
Newton: Get Jason on the phone ASAP to talk about his vets minimum.
It took a small second to set my attention to my phone as Allen was leaving.
Newton: Now who is this, and why do ke-
???: Hey Huey! Took you long enough to answer. Miss me?
The voice was unfamiliar. It wasn't Josh Harris, didn't exactly sound like a spoiled punk, but it sounded more like someone who rarely humbled themselves.
Newton: Can't say I do, nor do I even know who you are. Who is this?
???: Oh, don't be like that. You were going to draft me before getting fired anyway! Haha! -click-
He hung up, I think I know who that was, he's only playing because Lou Will is out. BYU guys these days. I walked out of the office to see where Allen had headed. I asked my assistant Connie if she had seen him and she told me he left the building, "Going to StarBucks" she said. Well, leave it up to Allen Iverson to get perfectly distracted before one of our most important games of the year.
I exited the building and headed toward the cafe. There was actually no sign of Allen when I stepped into the building. It was also dark from the green tarp hanging over the window and a lack of light from the like, three lamps every one of these establishments have. I traced through the crowd to see Louis Williams talking with Allen. I said nothing at first until Lou looked up at me and stopped mid-sentence.
Louis Williams: Hey um... Huey, what's up man?
Newton: Ah nothing, I sent my assistant manager to sign a player, but he seems to be having coffee with a guy with a broken back I see.
Williams: Oh...
Iverson: Sorry Huey, I did call, and he is on his way to the office now, Josh actually called me here and I saw Lou and we just started talking.
Newton: What did Josh want to talk to you about?
Allen stayed quiet after that question, he appeared like he was about to answer my question when some guy in an overpriced suit bumped into me.
Joshua Harris: Umph. Hey watc- oh, Huey. Didn't expect to see you here, Allen tell you yet?
Newton: Tell my what exactly?
Harris: That he's about five minutes away to becoming the new general manager of the Philadelphia 76ers.