by Cruzerr on Sun May 08, 2011 11:19 pm
Day 1
Woke up in the morning like 9.30. My head was still banging and the alcohol stench was all over me. Took a quick shower, when I already got a call from Tony : " Tracy, whats the hold up ? We would suppose to pick you up at 10, its 10.15 already ! We gone be late if you don't hurry up !" Then it hit me, it was draft day. Quickly put my suit on and went downstairs. It did not surprise me, as I saw him with 2 women and a limo. " Ladies, this is my man Tracy, the guy who is going to make me famous." Too be honest, Tony brags more than he talks. I am not making him famous, this is all about me,not him.
We arrived at the arena and it was full of people. My head was even worse than it was before, but I had to hold my cool. Saw John Wall and talked to him for a moment. " Hey John, what did we do last night ? " I had a feeling that nothing good happened. " Dude, you was sooo wasted. Everybody were pretty sober but you were dancing on the table." I got so embarrassed and left him to talk to with Turner and tried to find my table. It was right at the front, so that was easy to find. Tony was there but I did not see my mom, which I kinda felt bad about.
The draft started and unsurprisingly, Wall was the top pick. That guy is a menace when it comes to basketball. After him was Turner, which I was stunned about. I thought I would be number 2 but no. Tony hit me in the head " Dude, why you aint second? " That question was so dumb that I turned around and waited for my pick. Then it came, number 9 by the Toronto Raptors. I was so nervous I slipped on the stairway. Good I did not fall.
After the draft, it was party time, but I did not feel like it. Tony however was stoked : "Heey, lets party ! My man Grady gonna kill all of you in the NBA. " I sent him to the club and took a cab to the hotel. Although, how weird it was, I saw Jay Triano in front of the hotel.
" So Tracy, why are you not partying ? "
" My head hurts, Coach. I don't feel like it. Its been a tough day."
" Well, your in the NBA, so its going to get harder. Training starts tomorrow at 10 AM. "
" Already ?!?"
" Like I said, this is the NBA."
Day 2
I went to the training hall and it was PACKED. I went to the locker room and there it was, my number 1 shirt. One has always been my favorite number, it somehow shows me that I am the best. I did not even get to change my clothes, when some dude started to shake hands with me.
" Hey, Tracy right ? "
" Yeah, Its me, whos asking ? "
" Ha, calm down. Its me, DeRozan. Im the Shooting Guard of this team."
" Aa, OK. Nice to meet you DeRozan. "
" Please, call me Demar. So, you was a number 9 pick ? So was I !"
I really did not enjoy talking to him, but he did not seem like a bad guy.
" Yeah, I was. "
" Alright, I wont bother you. Practice already starts in five minutes. "
The training was nothing like it was before. This was some hard workout. I was so tired in the end that I wanted to collapse. Luckily, ten minutes before the end, Jay wanted to talk to me.
" Hey Trace, get over here ! "
" Whats up coach ? "
" So how you feeling in the NBA ? Feel the pressure ? "
" Yeah coach, I have never felt something like this."
" Well, I wanted to talk to you about your first game, your going to debut in the game against Denver. You wont be a starter, but I will sub you off the bench for some time, deal ?"
I wanted to scream and yell about my position, but it was my first game.
" Yeah, alright. "
" Good, now go hit the showers. "
"Say whatever you want, m*therf*cker. Just say my name"