::: A Legend Is Born ::: (NBA Live 06)
by Fresh8 on Wed Aug 16, 2006 10:05 am
Chapter 21
Reshawn Tyson rose out of his seat as the plane touched down. He bumped his head into the overhead compartment. He rubbed his head as he stepped into the aisle. His 6’6” frame took up a lot of space as he had to resort to walking sideways. He grabbed his North Carolina duffle bag and quickly moved sideways to the exit of the plane- pushing people out of his way.
“I’m sorry sir but you will need to return to your seat and stay seated,” an air hostess ordered him.
Tyson was stubborn, “I will wait here.”
“You need to be seated,” she repeated.
Tyson sat down on the floor, “There.”
The cab rolled into the drop-off zone. It was pouring with rain as Tyson payed the driver. He opened the door and stepped into the wet. He put his bag over his shoulder and walked towards the entrance to the building.
A kid stared and pointed, “Hey, I seen you on TV!”
Tyson ignored the kid and kept walking through the automatic door. His phone rang and he stopped to answer it.
“Sorry Coach, I’m at home now,” he said.
Tyson’s voice was hoarse and Coach Williams could tell, “If you win it, I will collect your award.”
Tyson hung up and continued towards a front desk. Another phone rang and a young lady picked up, “New York Public Hospital, Stacey speaking…”
When she finished, she looked up at Tyson, “May I help you?”
Tyson nodded, “I’m looking for my family.”
Will Sit was having a meeting with Flo about draftees in his office.
“At this stage, we’re in the lottery,” Sit explained, “But where we pick is still uncertain.”
Flo nodded, “All we can do is see who we want.”
“Actually, what we need,” Sit said, “We need to identify our team’s real needs.”
Flo thought for a few seconds, “We need a swingman and a point guard.”
Sit agreed, “We will also be able to look in free agency and trading options but I say we get the best available player when they come up. There aren’t any good point guards in the draft so we will get one through a trade or something.”
“Should we trade Kevin?” Flo asked.
“Depends on the draft,” Sit said, “I think we will try to keep him around for one more year. We won’t be getting equal value for him in a trade.”
Flo then suggested, “Then we will need someone like Moses who can make an instant impact. Kevin won’t wait for four or five years for a rookie to develop.”
“You’re right,” Sit said, “Flo, I need you to go to Portsmouth and check out the talent there. They have a lot of senior players and if we can grab a steal in the second round, we will be in business.”
Flo stood up and began to leave.
“Have you organised workouts to start in a fortnight?” Sit asked.
Flo turned and nodded before turning around again and leaving. When he was gone, Sit put his feet back on his desk and laid back to have a quick nap.
Tyson stepped out of the lift and slowly approached the room he was looking for. He reached the corner of the winding corridor and stopped. He took a deep breathe before continuing. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and kept going. An old lady sat outside the room. It was his mom.
“Mom,” Tyson cried in a soft voice.
She gave him a hug before Tyson put his bag down.
“Tay is inside,” his mom told him.
“What happened to him?” Tyson asked.
“Heart attack…” she said, “Doctor said he needs surgery as soon as possible…”
“Mom, I’m sorry…” Tyson started.
She put her fingers to his mouth to shush him, “It’s not your fault. I’m just glad to have you here.”
She hugged him again, holding him tight before a doctor walked up behind them.
“Mrs Tyson,” the doctor addressed her, “I’m Dr Khalid.”
Mrs Tyson shook his hand and Reshawn introduced himself.
“I’m afraid that Tayshawn will need the surgery very soon. His body is fairly unstable and I’m afraid he may not cope for much longer,” Dr Khalid said in a gloom voice.
“We don’t have the money Doctor,” Mrs Tyson said.
“Then I’m afraid that we will need to keep you on that waiting list,” Dr Khalid said, “I’m sorry that there’s nothing we can do to help you.”
Reshawn then cleared his throat, “Doctor, I can get you the money.”
Mrs Tyson was surprised, “What do you mean Ty?”
He continued, “Don’t worry mom. Dcotor Khalid, schedule the surgery for Tay. I can get the money within a week.”
Dr Khalid nodded, “I will arrange it with the private hospital so the surgery can be done in the next few days.”
Reshawn shook the doctor’s hand before Dr Khalid left mother and son.
Mrs Tyson looked up at her son, “Where are we going to get all that money? Aren’t you staying in college?”
Reshawn smiled, “I got an idea mom. All we got to worry about is Tay now.”
Reshawn looked into his little brother’s room and forced himself to smile.
“Don’t worry Tay,” He choked while fighting back tears, “Big bro is here to help you.”
Peter Robertson was having a drink in the bar. Sit took a seat next to him.
“May I join you mate?”
Peter looked and saw him, “Sure.”
“How’s work?”
“Got fired.”
Sit was a bit surprised, “Damn.”
“That’s why I asked you to come out,” Robertson said, “I need a new job.”
“Alright, I got one for you,” Sit said to him.
“Serious?”
Sit laughed, “Why not?”
“I don’t know hey,” Peter smiled.
Sit nodded, “Then we shall celebrate by having a few of these. Waiter, give us two beers please!”
The waiter turned around, looked at Sit for a while and then pointed, “Hey!”
“Yo Jing!” Sit beamed.
Jing Xu shook Sit’s hand, “Wow Sit, fancy meeting you here.”
Peter asked, “You know him?”
Sit nodded, “Old friend.”
Jing said to Sit, “Hope you’re doing alright. Welcome to my bar.”
“You’re the boss?” Sit seemed shocked.
Jing nodded and gave Sit his beers, “Why not? It’s not that hard to open a bar. All you need is a fake ID and borrow cash from a bank.”
Sit laughed, “You’re joking right?”
Jing shrugged, “Maybe… anyways, drinks on the house.”
Sit, Jing and Peter had a few drinks before Sit told Peter that he was the new toilet cleaner at the Target Centre. Sit and Jing laughed before one of Jing’s waiters tapped the boss on the shoulder and pointed at the television screen.
It was a special news update that caught their attention, “Reshawn Tyson has made a swift and sudden decision. The UNC Freshman hero of the NCAA Finals has declared for the NBA Draft.”
* * *
Flo sat courtside with Andrew Watson and Mr Srbija as they took in the game taking place on court at the Portsmouth Invitational. The Pre-Draft Camp showcased the best Senior talent of the NCAA and was usually a place for fringe second round picks to prove their worth. Flo still hadn’t seen any player who stood out in the pool of talent over the past two days. Watson was there to analyse the players’ statistics while Srbija was making sure Watson wouldn’t try to run away.
“There’s no one there that’s actually superior to anyone, the talent is so ordinary out there,” Flo complained.
Watson said, “I’ve calculated that the most efficient scorer is that guy down there. Number 52.”
“52?” Flo asked.
“That guy who just dunked,” Watson said.
“Oh him, he doesn’t play defence though,” Flo said.
“Oh, we have a term for that,” Watson said, “Cherry picker.”
Flo nodded then asked, “How’d you come up with that?”
Watson shrugged, “I don’t know but it’s for people who only play offence and don’t play defence. Let’s his team mates do all the dirty work.”
Flo understood then watched ‘cherry picker 52’ score a twisting layup, “I don’t think we need him. What do you think of number 1 down there?”
“The point guard on the white team?” Watson asked.
Flo nodded and Watson replied, “Well, he’s a good ball handler but not special. He does his job and that’s about it.”
“Maybe I shall look into him,” Flo wondered aloud.
“He’s the same as any of the other point guards around here though,” Watson said.
Flo then responded, “No, all the other guys are undersized. This guy is 6’3” and he looks professional down there. He actually might be worth a second round draft pick.”
Watson shrugged, “If you say so then. I will have a look into his play and provide a statistical analysis to go with the scouting report.”
Watson looked over at Srbija who was fast asleep and Watson poked him in his sides.
“Hey, why you sleeping?” Watson asked him.
Srbija looked groggily up at the Kiwi, “Man, this stuff is boring. It’s like pee-wee ball.”
Watson joked, “Yeah, you can actually find friends to fit in with you midget!”
Srbija looked angry all of a sudden and Watson celebrated, “Hah! Where’s your taser now Mr Srbija? The jokes on you!”
Srbija smiled, “Want to make a bet?”
And with that Srbija stood up, grabbed Watson by the collar and pushed him down into the row of seats below them.
Watson didn’t move and Flo breathed a sigh of relief as Watson raised an arm, “One day, I’m going to sue you.”
Reshawn Tyson rose out of his seat as the plane touched down. He bumped his head into the overhead compartment. He rubbed his head as he stepped into the aisle. His 6’6” frame took up a lot of space as he had to resort to walking sideways. He grabbed his North Carolina duffle bag and quickly moved sideways to the exit of the plane- pushing people out of his way.
“I’m sorry sir but you will need to return to your seat and stay seated,” an air hostess ordered him.
Tyson was stubborn, “I will wait here.”
“You need to be seated,” she repeated.
Tyson sat down on the floor, “There.”
The cab rolled into the drop-off zone. It was pouring with rain as Tyson payed the driver. He opened the door and stepped into the wet. He put his bag over his shoulder and walked towards the entrance to the building.
A kid stared and pointed, “Hey, I seen you on TV!”
Tyson ignored the kid and kept walking through the automatic door. His phone rang and he stopped to answer it.
“Sorry Coach, I’m at home now,” he said.
Tyson’s voice was hoarse and Coach Williams could tell, “If you win it, I will collect your award.”
Tyson hung up and continued towards a front desk. Another phone rang and a young lady picked up, “New York Public Hospital, Stacey speaking…”
When she finished, she looked up at Tyson, “May I help you?”
Tyson nodded, “I’m looking for my family.”
Will Sit was having a meeting with Flo about draftees in his office.
“At this stage, we’re in the lottery,” Sit explained, “But where we pick is still uncertain.”
Flo nodded, “All we can do is see who we want.”
“Actually, what we need,” Sit said, “We need to identify our team’s real needs.”
Flo thought for a few seconds, “We need a swingman and a point guard.”
Sit agreed, “We will also be able to look in free agency and trading options but I say we get the best available player when they come up. There aren’t any good point guards in the draft so we will get one through a trade or something.”
“Should we trade Kevin?” Flo asked.
“Depends on the draft,” Sit said, “I think we will try to keep him around for one more year. We won’t be getting equal value for him in a trade.”
Flo then suggested, “Then we will need someone like Moses who can make an instant impact. Kevin won’t wait for four or five years for a rookie to develop.”
“You’re right,” Sit said, “Flo, I need you to go to Portsmouth and check out the talent there. They have a lot of senior players and if we can grab a steal in the second round, we will be in business.”
Flo stood up and began to leave.
“Have you organised workouts to start in a fortnight?” Sit asked.
Flo turned and nodded before turning around again and leaving. When he was gone, Sit put his feet back on his desk and laid back to have a quick nap.
Tyson stepped out of the lift and slowly approached the room he was looking for. He reached the corner of the winding corridor and stopped. He took a deep breathe before continuing. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and kept going. An old lady sat outside the room. It was his mom.
“Mom,” Tyson cried in a soft voice.
She gave him a hug before Tyson put his bag down.
“Tay is inside,” his mom told him.
“What happened to him?” Tyson asked.
“Heart attack…” she said, “Doctor said he needs surgery as soon as possible…”
“Mom, I’m sorry…” Tyson started.
She put her fingers to his mouth to shush him, “It’s not your fault. I’m just glad to have you here.”
She hugged him again, holding him tight before a doctor walked up behind them.
“Mrs Tyson,” the doctor addressed her, “I’m Dr Khalid.”
Mrs Tyson shook his hand and Reshawn introduced himself.
“I’m afraid that Tayshawn will need the surgery very soon. His body is fairly unstable and I’m afraid he may not cope for much longer,” Dr Khalid said in a gloom voice.
“We don’t have the money Doctor,” Mrs Tyson said.
“Then I’m afraid that we will need to keep you on that waiting list,” Dr Khalid said, “I’m sorry that there’s nothing we can do to help you.”
Reshawn then cleared his throat, “Doctor, I can get you the money.”
Mrs Tyson was surprised, “What do you mean Ty?”
He continued, “Don’t worry mom. Dcotor Khalid, schedule the surgery for Tay. I can get the money within a week.”
Dr Khalid nodded, “I will arrange it with the private hospital so the surgery can be done in the next few days.”
Reshawn shook the doctor’s hand before Dr Khalid left mother and son.
Mrs Tyson looked up at her son, “Where are we going to get all that money? Aren’t you staying in college?”
Reshawn smiled, “I got an idea mom. All we got to worry about is Tay now.”
Reshawn looked into his little brother’s room and forced himself to smile.
“Don’t worry Tay,” He choked while fighting back tears, “Big bro is here to help you.”
Peter Robertson was having a drink in the bar. Sit took a seat next to him.
“May I join you mate?”
Peter looked and saw him, “Sure.”
“How’s work?”
“Got fired.”
Sit was a bit surprised, “Damn.”
“That’s why I asked you to come out,” Robertson said, “I need a new job.”
“Alright, I got one for you,” Sit said to him.
“Serious?”
Sit laughed, “Why not?”
“I don’t know hey,” Peter smiled.
Sit nodded, “Then we shall celebrate by having a few of these. Waiter, give us two beers please!”
The waiter turned around, looked at Sit for a while and then pointed, “Hey!”
“Yo Jing!” Sit beamed.
Jing Xu shook Sit’s hand, “Wow Sit, fancy meeting you here.”
Peter asked, “You know him?”
Sit nodded, “Old friend.”
Jing said to Sit, “Hope you’re doing alright. Welcome to my bar.”
“You’re the boss?” Sit seemed shocked.
Jing nodded and gave Sit his beers, “Why not? It’s not that hard to open a bar. All you need is a fake ID and borrow cash from a bank.”
Sit laughed, “You’re joking right?”
Jing shrugged, “Maybe… anyways, drinks on the house.”
Sit, Jing and Peter had a few drinks before Sit told Peter that he was the new toilet cleaner at the Target Centre. Sit and Jing laughed before one of Jing’s waiters tapped the boss on the shoulder and pointed at the television screen.
It was a special news update that caught their attention, “Reshawn Tyson has made a swift and sudden decision. The UNC Freshman hero of the NCAA Finals has declared for the NBA Draft.”
* * *
Flo sat courtside with Andrew Watson and Mr Srbija as they took in the game taking place on court at the Portsmouth Invitational. The Pre-Draft Camp showcased the best Senior talent of the NCAA and was usually a place for fringe second round picks to prove their worth. Flo still hadn’t seen any player who stood out in the pool of talent over the past two days. Watson was there to analyse the players’ statistics while Srbija was making sure Watson wouldn’t try to run away.
“There’s no one there that’s actually superior to anyone, the talent is so ordinary out there,” Flo complained.
Watson said, “I’ve calculated that the most efficient scorer is that guy down there. Number 52.”
“52?” Flo asked.
“That guy who just dunked,” Watson said.
“Oh him, he doesn’t play defence though,” Flo said.
“Oh, we have a term for that,” Watson said, “Cherry picker.”
Flo nodded then asked, “How’d you come up with that?”
Watson shrugged, “I don’t know but it’s for people who only play offence and don’t play defence. Let’s his team mates do all the dirty work.”
Flo understood then watched ‘cherry picker 52’ score a twisting layup, “I don’t think we need him. What do you think of number 1 down there?”
“The point guard on the white team?” Watson asked.
Flo nodded and Watson replied, “Well, he’s a good ball handler but not special. He does his job and that’s about it.”
“Maybe I shall look into him,” Flo wondered aloud.
“He’s the same as any of the other point guards around here though,” Watson said.
Flo then responded, “No, all the other guys are undersized. This guy is 6’3” and he looks professional down there. He actually might be worth a second round draft pick.”
Watson shrugged, “If you say so then. I will have a look into his play and provide a statistical analysis to go with the scouting report.”
Watson looked over at Srbija who was fast asleep and Watson poked him in his sides.
“Hey, why you sleeping?” Watson asked him.
Srbija looked groggily up at the Kiwi, “Man, this stuff is boring. It’s like pee-wee ball.”
Watson joked, “Yeah, you can actually find friends to fit in with you midget!”
Srbija looked angry all of a sudden and Watson celebrated, “Hah! Where’s your taser now Mr Srbija? The jokes on you!”
Srbija smiled, “Want to make a bet?”
And with that Srbija stood up, grabbed Watson by the collar and pushed him down into the row of seats below them.
Watson didn’t move and Flo breathed a sigh of relief as Watson raised an arm, “One day, I’m going to sue you.”
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by The X on Wed Aug 16, 2006 12:45 pm
Watson said, “I’ve calculated that the most efficient scorer is that guy down there. Number 52.”
“52?” Flo asked.
“That guy who just dunked,” Watson said.
“Oh him, he doesn’t play defence though,” Flo said.
“Oh, we have a term for that,” Watson said, “Cherry picker.”
Flo nodded then asked, “How’d you come up with that?”
Watson shrugged, “I don’t know but it’s for people who only play offence and don’t play defence. Let’s his team mates do all the dirty work.”
sadly, that sounds like real life, you don't have to look far to find that 
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by A-Sot on Wed Aug 16, 2006 6:12 pm
I've beeen reading, for a long time, without commenting, and i should now say, that's a great story :]
"What do you want to be remembered for ? As someone who went out and played basketball just as hard as he could and was a total team player"
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by Fresh8 on Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:24 pm
Jing wrote:oh shitttt hot stuff yo. i am a bar keep!
i wanna see X and Srbija beat the hell outa each other... NLSC Deathmatch?
- Yeah, ur bar is officially Crazar Azar Bar... and yeh.. NLSC Deathmatch... X as 'The Bulk' and Srbija as 'The Big Flop'
(And yeh, sorry X... dont mean no harm lol)The X wrote:sadly, that sounds like real life, you don't have to look far to find that
- Cherry pickers you mean??? Theyre everywhere lol
Dada wrote:Nice couple entries Sit.
Missed alot of the in-betweens but I'll try to keep track.
- Its cool man... thanks for coming in!
Flo wrote:yeah, it's a nice read =D
and after reading this.... i'm really looking forward to the draft!
even more than before
keep this thing going
- Hows it more exciting now???
A-Sot wrote:I've beeen reading, for a long time, without commenting, and i should now say, that's a great story :]
- Thanks A-Sot!
And just asking... u found this before u registered on the forums... how long ago was that???-
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by A-Sot on Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:37 pm
Well i got registered in March 2006, but i've been reading the stories around here since the start of 2006 :]
"What do you want to be remembered for ? As someone who went out and played basketball just as hard as he could and was a total team player"
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by pHLo on Wed Aug 16, 2006 11:50 pm
Sit wrote:Hows it more exciting now???
okay, to be honest the chapter itself is not that exciting, little action, just some little independent stories
and everybody looks at the upcoming draft now, there's a certain effect of a delay
that's why it's getting more and more exciting
i just want to know the result of that damn draft, u know
props to z-mac for that sig
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by Fresh8 on Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:18 pm
Flo wrote:okay, to be honest the chapter itself is not that exciting, little action, just some little independent stories
and everybody looks at the upcoming draft now, there's a certain effect of a delay
that's why it's getting more and more exciting
i just want to know the result of that damn draft, u know
- Yeh, the chapter is like any other tv show episode... giving facts and introducing new characters... surprised noones saying anything bout the Mini Tyson in the story lol...
Cable wrote:Nice stuff Sit ... though I'm hoping you'll find me a better job.
- Ur job is good man... its gooooood
Srbija wrote:I've never heard anyone call me a midget. I'm 185cm tall at 14 years of age.
I would kick The_X's ass anyway. His nothing for me.
- And ur point being? The X is 6'3" and 300 pounds... of pure muscle...
EDIT: He's also a legendary 42 years old compared to u being 14...
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by Fresh8 on Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:34 pm
Coming Up on A Legend Is Born...
Draft Fever is on for the T-Wolves and read on as Flo, Mark, The X, Srbija go looking for prospects. The T-Wolves play their last game for the season and Reshawn Tyson signs his first shoe deal. And be ready as something sinister will happen in Minnesota…
Watch out for cameos by Alex Buckley, Dr ‘Sac-1’ Khalid and new character Alex ‘A-Sot’ Sotirov!
Draft Fever is on for the T-Wolves and read on as Flo, Mark, The X, Srbija go looking for prospects. The T-Wolves play their last game for the season and Reshawn Tyson signs his first shoe deal. And be ready as something sinister will happen in Minnesota…
Watch out for cameos by Alex Buckley, Dr ‘Sac-1’ Khalid and new character Alex ‘A-Sot’ Sotirov!
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