Chapter Index
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
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Coming Up on A Legend Is Born...
There's something about Sit that nobody knows... Not even Albino knows the truth.
What's his secret?
::: A Legend Is Born ::: (NBA Live 06)
by The_Flying_Tomato on Tue Apr 04, 2006 12:07 am
... seriously, man, you've posted that same god damn message like four times!!!!
benji wrote:We're still on that stupidity? Giving Kidd the MVP in 2002 is as bad as giving Nash the MVP in any year...
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by The_Flying_Tomato on Tue Apr 04, 2006 4:38 pm
man, where's school gonna get you? hahaha, oh well, fine, do your schoolwork if you must.
benji wrote:We're still on that stupidity? Giving Kidd the MVP in 2002 is as bad as giving Nash the MVP in any year...
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by H Rock on Tue Apr 04, 2006 5:34 pm
PHX4LIFE wrote:they forced your mother to have you that day so it would happen
Not really. I was actually two days early. And my parents weren't exactly living the high life at the time, so I don't think they purposely did it.
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by Fresh8 on Tue Apr 04, 2006 9:04 pm
Chapter 8
Judge Phoenix was getting impatient, repeatedly checking his watch for the time. The courtroom was full; all the seats were taken. The men and women were talking to each other so quietly it was as if they would be asked to leave if they spoke up. Phoenix was less than impressed as he counted the minutes going to waste. He could have started the court proceedings by now. It was a cold morning and the warm air was beginning to get a little too warm for some members of the jury. One man, who was sitting beneath the heating system, perched on the wall, stripped off his jacket and jumper. A few people took it as a cue and did the same. Phoenix slowly sipped his glass of water and then nodded at the bailiff. The bailiff approached the front of the court.
The doors swung open creating a loud thud as the door on the left hand side opened the full rotation and hit the wall. Heads turned to see who it was and Phoenix glared at the extremely late arrivals. A short man wearing glasses and donning very greasy pushed a small shopping cart into the room. Everyone saw papers stacked inside of it and a small box seemed to act as a paper weight. Following him was the son of the late Barry Johnston. Larry was accompanied by two of his friends and they quickly found some places to sit amongst the sea of faces who had decided to come in to take in the case. There was a collective gasp as David Weaver strutted in. He was wearing a pirate costume with an eye patch and fake parrot on his shoulder. Phoenix just shook his head in annoyance.
“Sorry I’m late your honour,” Weaver proudly exclaimed, “I’m just showing you how ridiculous I believe this case is!”
Phoenix didn’t care, “Ok now, let’s start this. Court is in session.”
“I would like to call upon my first witness,” Weaver stated, “Mr Robert Wilson.”
Wilson hopped into the witness’ stand and took the oath. Weaver began with his questions.
“Mr Wilson, you have known Mr Sit for how long?”
“Since he started to work for the Atlanta Hawks.”
“And that’s been?”
“About three months I’d say.”
Weaver nodded, “And has he shown a tendancy to become violent when provoked?”
Albino stood up, interjecting before Wilson spoke, “Objection! Irrelevant to the case.”
Weaver wagged his finger at Albino, “I am merely getting evidence to prove that the defendant is prone to sudden, psychiatric and violent outbursts.”
“And how is that exactly relevant to this case?” Albino challenged.
Weaver rebutted, “I will establish the ill character and the criminal intent of Sit before I present my solid evidence.”
“That’s bullshit,” Albino said, thumping his fist on the desk, “You present the case properly. Judge Phoenix, I don’t know what you’re smoking but why are we even here? This isn’t an audition for a Hollywood script you know?!”
Weaver shouted, “We’re here to send your client to jail. He killed a man!”
Sit jumped over the table and bolted towards the Greek lawyer, shoving him into the wall. Sit grabbed him by his collar as blood and hatred started to pump through the Asian’s veins.
“You don’t say that about me!” He spat in Weaver’s face, “Where’s your evidence aye?”
Two officers raced to the front to pull Sit off of Weaver and escorted him out of the room. The Greek lawyer just laughed.
“Order!” Judge Phoenix’s voice boomed out, everyone stopping to face the front of the court again.
Weaver and Albino watched Sit being dragged out of the courtroom before Phoenix ordered, “May the two representatives of the prosecution and defence please approach the stand.”
The two barristers moved up to stand in front of the judge.
“I will not tolerate any more of this circus act that the two of you are creating. I want an orderly case from now,” He briefed them, “David – go and get a change of clothing. I will remind you two that I will throw either of you off this case if you keep screwing around.”
Albino begged, “Your honour – is this some kind of sick joke? My client, there’s no case to present from either side. It’s ambiguous as to what really happened? How did this even get past the prelim hearings? There’s absolutely no substantial evidence to prove that my client is guilty.”
“That was not my decision,” Phoenix answered, “Just work with that you have.”
The Judge then stood up and announced, “Court is adjourned for one hour’s break.”
With that he left and Weaver glared at Albino, “You better watch out kid. I got something that will beat your buddy’s ass back to Australia.”
Weaver turned to leave and Albino called after him, taunting, “You’re not Johnny Depp you know?”
The ball sailed through the air and dropped right through the middle of the hoop. The crowd was screaming at the top of their lungs before the rock was stolen at mid court and sent back down on the fast break.
“Pass it here!” someone screamed.
There were two guys open on either side but Kobe Bryant ignored them. He continued to go himself and wound up pushing his weight off the floor just in front of the hoop. He twisted to his right and then brought the ball around his body in one swift motion before slamming it down into the iron rim. The crowd jumped up in excitement as the Wizards called a timeout.
“Caron,” Eddie Jordan yelled out above the deafening roar of the STAPLES Centre crowd, “I want you to take it to the Lakers. This is you old team kid! You right to go?”
Butler who had rolled his ankle in the first quarter nodded and got ready to get back onto the court for some more game time. The players got up and put their hands in the huddle before shouting out their team name. As the Wizards got back onto the court, Phil Jackson could be heard from a distance.
“Kobe, I want you to pass more. You’ve got a billion points; it’s time to get everyone else involved!”
Gilbert Arenas who had 29 points brought the ball down as the Lakers set up their defence. Kobe was assigned to chase Arenas around the perimeter. A cutting Butler called for the pass and Arenas ignored him, looking elsewhere for Jared Jeffries. Arenas then whipped the ball away and Jeffries searched frantically for where it had gone. It was the same for the Lakers defenders who were momentarily lost. Before anyone had known, Butler had the ball in his hands but fumbled it before falling out of bounds. The crowd cheered but then it went silent as Butler lay on the floor in one heap. The Wizards gathered around Butler who was rolling around in pain, his eyes began to water.
Magic Johnson spoke into his microphone, “Looks like Caron Butler is hurt Kenny.”
Kenny Smith replied, “This is definitely disappointing for the Wizards, they lose one of their better players now. It was foolish for Eddie to have let him back onto the court.”
“I guess it’s just that the team needed him in this game,” Magic said.
Kenny laughed, “I think the Lakers have won the ball game already!”
The theme song for TNT began to play before Magic added, “This is Lakers Wizards on TNT. Lakers lead 111 to 82, Kobe has scored 40 and we will be back after this break.”
Sit switched off the t.v. and waited for Albino to come into the room. When his lawyer did, he wasn’t looking too happy.
“Don’t do that again,” Albino warned him.
Sit’s smile turned upside down.
“The case will go down the drain if they all think you’re always losing you cool. Ok?”
Sit nodded, “Its cool. I’m sorry yeah?”
“Don’t apologise to me, it’s your future in prison, not mine!” Albino then sat down, “They let you off this time so you’re lucky.”
Sit started beaming and Albino looked puzzled, “You haven’t won the case yet…”
“Kobe scored 40 points so far!” Sit said, smiling and giving him the thumbs up.
Albino laughed, “Watching re-runs of games again?”
“Court is in session,” Judge Phoenix sat down, “From now on, this case will be controlled by me. I expect that this will all go properly and formally. There will be no further distractions in my courtroom.”
Everyone else sat down and Weaver now wearing a pink shirt and pink tie called for Rob Wilson to return to the stand.
“How long have you known the defendant?”
“Objection – Irrelevent!” Albino stated
Phoenix calmly said, “Overruled.”
Wilson then continued, “Three months.”
“In those three months, what has Sit done to you?”
Albino objected once again, “This is irrelevant and hearsay!”
“How do you know it’s hearsay if you haven’t heard the evidence yet?” Weaver shouted back.”
“Order!” yelled Judge Phoenix, “Overruled. Continue please.”
Albino cursed to himself before Wilson told the court about his encounters with Sit. After he had finished, Weaver smiled and thanked him for his testimony. Wilson had done his damage in painting Sit as an egomaniac who had a short temper and was literally a walking time bomb.
Albino had one question, “How do you know Sit’s previous behaviour is what killed Mr Johnson?”
Rob shrugged and Weaver laughed, “Objection. My client isn’t some expert in psychology. How’s he supposed to answer that?”
Phoenix nodded, “Sustained. Defence, please rephrase the question.”
Albino waved him off, “I have no further questions your honour.”
Albino sat down and whispered to Sit, “This is ridiculous. He’s blatantly biased.”
The case ran smoothly as Al Harrington and Mike Woodson testified and Albino kept his mouth shut. He didn’t bother to make any complaints to the Judge nor did he ask any questions during his cross-examinations. He was still reeling from the shock of how biased the Judge could be towards the prosecution. Weaver then nearly gave Albino a heart attack by presenting something more than a simple testimony.
“Your honour and ladies and gentlemen of the Jury,” He calmly stated, “I now present to you proof of William Sit’s intent to kill Mr Barry Johnston. This video tape was intercepted by the police department and is security footage recorded on the night of the accident.”
The bailiff took the small box form Weaver’s assistant as Weaver added, “Mark it down as exhibit A.”
Albino stood up promptly, “Wait, you can’t put in this evidence now!”
Judge Phoenix asked Weaver, “When did you retrieve this new evidence?”
“Just yesterday, the police department only got it yesterday,” Weaver announced.
Phoenix nodded, “We will take a look then.”
The video recording was played and everyone looked stunned as Sit was heard uttering the words of wanting to ‘run down the bastard.’ Sit was shocked and Albino couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Weaver then continued with the case, “I would like to call upon the defendant, William Sit to testify.”
Sit knew it was coming and he got up to trudge slowly toward the stand. He sat down, raising his hand in the air.
“I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”
Weaver then paced around in circles before asking, “William Sit, please tell me your past occupation?”
“General Manager of…”
“Before that please.”
“Objection,” Albino said, “It’s irrelevant your honour!”
“I assure you that this will not be irrelevant once he answers the question,” Weaver hissed through his teeth as Albino.
Judge Phoenix looked intimidated, “Overruled.”
Weaver turned back as Sit continued, “I worked at a seven-eleven convenience store.”
Weaver then asked in a curious tone, “So Mr Sit. I’m curious on how a seven-eleven store attendant can become an NBA General Manager?”
“Objection!” Albino yelled out but to no avail.
Sit started to twiddle his thumbs and felt his stomach turn upside down.
“You are under oath,” Weaver sternly reminded him and added, “May I ask as well, how do you get a high position at the age of 21?”
Sit tried to say something but nothing came out. He bent down and put his head in his hands, trying to think of his answer.
Weaver smiled and asked one more time, “Mr Sit, how does a seven-eleven employee become a GM in the NBA? Come on now, you don’t want to keep us waiting do you?”
Judge Phoenix was getting impatient, repeatedly checking his watch for the time. The courtroom was full; all the seats were taken. The men and women were talking to each other so quietly it was as if they would be asked to leave if they spoke up. Phoenix was less than impressed as he counted the minutes going to waste. He could have started the court proceedings by now. It was a cold morning and the warm air was beginning to get a little too warm for some members of the jury. One man, who was sitting beneath the heating system, perched on the wall, stripped off his jacket and jumper. A few people took it as a cue and did the same. Phoenix slowly sipped his glass of water and then nodded at the bailiff. The bailiff approached the front of the court.
The doors swung open creating a loud thud as the door on the left hand side opened the full rotation and hit the wall. Heads turned to see who it was and Phoenix glared at the extremely late arrivals. A short man wearing glasses and donning very greasy pushed a small shopping cart into the room. Everyone saw papers stacked inside of it and a small box seemed to act as a paper weight. Following him was the son of the late Barry Johnston. Larry was accompanied by two of his friends and they quickly found some places to sit amongst the sea of faces who had decided to come in to take in the case. There was a collective gasp as David Weaver strutted in. He was wearing a pirate costume with an eye patch and fake parrot on his shoulder. Phoenix just shook his head in annoyance.
“Sorry I’m late your honour,” Weaver proudly exclaimed, “I’m just showing you how ridiculous I believe this case is!”
Phoenix didn’t care, “Ok now, let’s start this. Court is in session.”
“I would like to call upon my first witness,” Weaver stated, “Mr Robert Wilson.”
Wilson hopped into the witness’ stand and took the oath. Weaver began with his questions.
“Mr Wilson, you have known Mr Sit for how long?”
“Since he started to work for the Atlanta Hawks.”
“And that’s been?”
“About three months I’d say.”
Weaver nodded, “And has he shown a tendancy to become violent when provoked?”
Albino stood up, interjecting before Wilson spoke, “Objection! Irrelevant to the case.”
Weaver wagged his finger at Albino, “I am merely getting evidence to prove that the defendant is prone to sudden, psychiatric and violent outbursts.”
“And how is that exactly relevant to this case?” Albino challenged.
Weaver rebutted, “I will establish the ill character and the criminal intent of Sit before I present my solid evidence.”
“That’s bullshit,” Albino said, thumping his fist on the desk, “You present the case properly. Judge Phoenix, I don’t know what you’re smoking but why are we even here? This isn’t an audition for a Hollywood script you know?!”
Weaver shouted, “We’re here to send your client to jail. He killed a man!”
Sit jumped over the table and bolted towards the Greek lawyer, shoving him into the wall. Sit grabbed him by his collar as blood and hatred started to pump through the Asian’s veins.
“You don’t say that about me!” He spat in Weaver’s face, “Where’s your evidence aye?”
Two officers raced to the front to pull Sit off of Weaver and escorted him out of the room. The Greek lawyer just laughed.
“Order!” Judge Phoenix’s voice boomed out, everyone stopping to face the front of the court again.
Weaver and Albino watched Sit being dragged out of the courtroom before Phoenix ordered, “May the two representatives of the prosecution and defence please approach the stand.”
The two barristers moved up to stand in front of the judge.
“I will not tolerate any more of this circus act that the two of you are creating. I want an orderly case from now,” He briefed them, “David – go and get a change of clothing. I will remind you two that I will throw either of you off this case if you keep screwing around.”
Albino begged, “Your honour – is this some kind of sick joke? My client, there’s no case to present from either side. It’s ambiguous as to what really happened? How did this even get past the prelim hearings? There’s absolutely no substantial evidence to prove that my client is guilty.”
“That was not my decision,” Phoenix answered, “Just work with that you have.”
The Judge then stood up and announced, “Court is adjourned for one hour’s break.”
With that he left and Weaver glared at Albino, “You better watch out kid. I got something that will beat your buddy’s ass back to Australia.”
Weaver turned to leave and Albino called after him, taunting, “You’re not Johnny Depp you know?”
The ball sailed through the air and dropped right through the middle of the hoop. The crowd was screaming at the top of their lungs before the rock was stolen at mid court and sent back down on the fast break.
“Pass it here!” someone screamed.
There were two guys open on either side but Kobe Bryant ignored them. He continued to go himself and wound up pushing his weight off the floor just in front of the hoop. He twisted to his right and then brought the ball around his body in one swift motion before slamming it down into the iron rim. The crowd jumped up in excitement as the Wizards called a timeout.
“Caron,” Eddie Jordan yelled out above the deafening roar of the STAPLES Centre crowd, “I want you to take it to the Lakers. This is you old team kid! You right to go?”
Butler who had rolled his ankle in the first quarter nodded and got ready to get back onto the court for some more game time. The players got up and put their hands in the huddle before shouting out their team name. As the Wizards got back onto the court, Phil Jackson could be heard from a distance.
“Kobe, I want you to pass more. You’ve got a billion points; it’s time to get everyone else involved!”
Gilbert Arenas who had 29 points brought the ball down as the Lakers set up their defence. Kobe was assigned to chase Arenas around the perimeter. A cutting Butler called for the pass and Arenas ignored him, looking elsewhere for Jared Jeffries. Arenas then whipped the ball away and Jeffries searched frantically for where it had gone. It was the same for the Lakers defenders who were momentarily lost. Before anyone had known, Butler had the ball in his hands but fumbled it before falling out of bounds. The crowd cheered but then it went silent as Butler lay on the floor in one heap. The Wizards gathered around Butler who was rolling around in pain, his eyes began to water.
Magic Johnson spoke into his microphone, “Looks like Caron Butler is hurt Kenny.”
Kenny Smith replied, “This is definitely disappointing for the Wizards, they lose one of their better players now. It was foolish for Eddie to have let him back onto the court.”
“I guess it’s just that the team needed him in this game,” Magic said.
Kenny laughed, “I think the Lakers have won the ball game already!”
The theme song for TNT began to play before Magic added, “This is Lakers Wizards on TNT. Lakers lead 111 to 82, Kobe has scored 40 and we will be back after this break.”
Sit switched off the t.v. and waited for Albino to come into the room. When his lawyer did, he wasn’t looking too happy.
“Don’t do that again,” Albino warned him.
Sit’s smile turned upside down.
“The case will go down the drain if they all think you’re always losing you cool. Ok?”
Sit nodded, “Its cool. I’m sorry yeah?”
“Don’t apologise to me, it’s your future in prison, not mine!” Albino then sat down, “They let you off this time so you’re lucky.”
Sit started beaming and Albino looked puzzled, “You haven’t won the case yet…”
“Kobe scored 40 points so far!” Sit said, smiling and giving him the thumbs up.
Albino laughed, “Watching re-runs of games again?”
“Court is in session,” Judge Phoenix sat down, “From now on, this case will be controlled by me. I expect that this will all go properly and formally. There will be no further distractions in my courtroom.”
Everyone else sat down and Weaver now wearing a pink shirt and pink tie called for Rob Wilson to return to the stand.
“How long have you known the defendant?”
“Objection – Irrelevent!” Albino stated
Phoenix calmly said, “Overruled.”
Wilson then continued, “Three months.”
“In those three months, what has Sit done to you?”
Albino objected once again, “This is irrelevant and hearsay!”
“How do you know it’s hearsay if you haven’t heard the evidence yet?” Weaver shouted back.”
“Order!” yelled Judge Phoenix, “Overruled. Continue please.”
Albino cursed to himself before Wilson told the court about his encounters with Sit. After he had finished, Weaver smiled and thanked him for his testimony. Wilson had done his damage in painting Sit as an egomaniac who had a short temper and was literally a walking time bomb.
Albino had one question, “How do you know Sit’s previous behaviour is what killed Mr Johnson?”
Rob shrugged and Weaver laughed, “Objection. My client isn’t some expert in psychology. How’s he supposed to answer that?”
Phoenix nodded, “Sustained. Defence, please rephrase the question.”
Albino waved him off, “I have no further questions your honour.”
Albino sat down and whispered to Sit, “This is ridiculous. He’s blatantly biased.”
The case ran smoothly as Al Harrington and Mike Woodson testified and Albino kept his mouth shut. He didn’t bother to make any complaints to the Judge nor did he ask any questions during his cross-examinations. He was still reeling from the shock of how biased the Judge could be towards the prosecution. Weaver then nearly gave Albino a heart attack by presenting something more than a simple testimony.
“Your honour and ladies and gentlemen of the Jury,” He calmly stated, “I now present to you proof of William Sit’s intent to kill Mr Barry Johnston. This video tape was intercepted by the police department and is security footage recorded on the night of the accident.”
The bailiff took the small box form Weaver’s assistant as Weaver added, “Mark it down as exhibit A.”
Albino stood up promptly, “Wait, you can’t put in this evidence now!”
Judge Phoenix asked Weaver, “When did you retrieve this new evidence?”
“Just yesterday, the police department only got it yesterday,” Weaver announced.
Phoenix nodded, “We will take a look then.”
The video recording was played and everyone looked stunned as Sit was heard uttering the words of wanting to ‘run down the bastard.’ Sit was shocked and Albino couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Weaver then continued with the case, “I would like to call upon the defendant, William Sit to testify.”
Sit knew it was coming and he got up to trudge slowly toward the stand. He sat down, raising his hand in the air.
“I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”
Weaver then paced around in circles before asking, “William Sit, please tell me your past occupation?”
“General Manager of…”
“Before that please.”
“Objection,” Albino said, “It’s irrelevant your honour!”
“I assure you that this will not be irrelevant once he answers the question,” Weaver hissed through his teeth as Albino.
Judge Phoenix looked intimidated, “Overruled.”
Weaver turned back as Sit continued, “I worked at a seven-eleven convenience store.”
Weaver then asked in a curious tone, “So Mr Sit. I’m curious on how a seven-eleven store attendant can become an NBA General Manager?”
“Objection!” Albino yelled out but to no avail.
Sit started to twiddle his thumbs and felt his stomach turn upside down.
“You are under oath,” Weaver sternly reminded him and added, “May I ask as well, how do you get a high position at the age of 21?”
Sit tried to say something but nothing came out. He bent down and put his head in his hands, trying to think of his answer.
Weaver smiled and asked one more time, “Mr Sit, how does a seven-eleven employee become a GM in the NBA? Come on now, you don’t want to keep us waiting do you?”
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by Cable on Wed Apr 05, 2006 9:28 am
Sweet stuff. 
I just happened to finish a mock-trial at school, too. One thing I thought of: I don't know if the States have the same rule, but during our trial, the Crown (ie Weaver) wasn't allowed to call the accused to the stand. I have no idea if the same rule applies for you or not.
I just happened to finish a mock-trial at school, too. One thing I thought of: I don't know if the States have the same rule, but during our trial, the Crown (ie Weaver) wasn't allowed to call the accused to the stand. I have no idea if the same rule applies for you or not.
And I'm going to see them in Toronto!
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by Fresh8 on Wed Apr 05, 2006 1:57 pm
Cable wrote:I just happened to finish a mock-trial at school, too. One thing I thought of: I don't know if the States have the same rule, but during our trial, the Crown (ie Weaver) wasn't allowed to call the accused to the stand. I have no idea if the same rule applies for you or not.
Yeah, now that you've told me... I don't think that's allowed but I was basing this on what I seen on Law and Order and style it as more of a Hollywood Movie type trial... theres lots of things that has happened in the story that wouldnt happen in real life tiral... and one important thing is that the case wouldnt go to trial in a real world seeing that no solid evidence was actually provided by the crown to prove a case exists...
Sac-1 wrote:Good job on chapter 8, i've been waiting for it for a while. Weaver has you stuck, doesn't he? I can't to see what happens next
He does have me stuck because he's little bitch haha... I hope 8 wasn't too long of a read!
Devin112 wrote:Dude, you're a good story teller! You'd be a good lawyer, you'd be able to weave a lot of good lies! lol. jk!
Not really... definietly not as skilled as your graphic skills! And how is it so that I can weave lies???
Btw, you get round to reading the first 7 chapters?
pH wrote:you only love that jpeg of Joanne, don't u ? xD
Didn't a lot of people???
H Rock wrote:Woohoo, an update! Weaver is a jerk in your story.
You should bring his wife into it.
She's due in a few chapters for a special mention! And I was hoping everyone would think he's a jerk! lol
- Ok boys, hope the chapter wasnt too boring.. I'm waiting for PHX4LIFE to read this.. ironic how he keeps asking mine to update and he's not around yet!
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by The_Flying_Tomato on Wed Apr 05, 2006 3:07 pm
z0mgwtfbbq, sit updated!!!
i gots a question:
"Judge Phoenix looked intimidated"
judges aren't supposed to look intimidated. this is a fake judge, a video from when he was at 7/11, and Al Harrington ordered a sniper to shoot and kill another driver who nearly hit Sit, who swerved and hit Johnston and killed him. Case dismissed.
i gots a question:
"Judge Phoenix looked intimidated"
judges aren't supposed to look intimidated. this is a fake judge, a video from when he was at 7/11, and Al Harrington ordered a sniper to shoot and kill another driver who nearly hit Sit, who swerved and hit Johnston and killed him. Case dismissed.
benji wrote:We're still on that stupidity? Giving Kidd the MVP in 2002 is as bad as giving Nash the MVP in any year...
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by Fresh8 on Thu Apr 06, 2006 8:26 am
Sam wrote:Dammn man.
So much writing and effort.
Your a good writer.
Again ill read it later cause it's jus too much.
I read enough in school Good stuff
Read if u want to and got time!
PHX4LIFE wrote:i gots a question:
"Judge Phoenix looked intimidated"
judges aren't supposed to look intimidated. this is a fake judge, a video from when he was at 7/11, and Al Harrington ordered a sniper to shoot and kill another driver who nearly hit Sit, who swerved and hit Johnston and killed him. Case dismissed.
Yeh well, thats ur character! And no, hes not fake. Hes just old and Weavers evil! And I have no idea wat ur on about... about swerving cars and al harrington sniuping people... lol
Mark wrote:Ohhh the suspense builds, can wait for next installment
Thanks Mark! Hope your Pistons don't have an anticlimax and lose to soem dodge team in the playoffs!
Kemp wrote:Well read, very interesting story. So how many chapters will be there altogether?
Cheers... do u mean well written??? And man, I think im on cue to get to 16 or 17... then I will start A Legend is Born Part 2!!!!!
- Oh yes... an old question... who is the Legend in the title??? Anyone wanna take a guess?
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by Fresh8 on Thu Apr 06, 2006 9:45 am
Keydren Clark: Sit Follows Him Through Pre-Draft Camp
Man, Keydren Clark is gonna be playing tonight at 9pm in the States! I'm gonna track him to see how he goes throughout the tournament and see how well he does being the floor general for a team with decent players!
In case you don't know him, KeeKee is a 5'9" G... a SG trapped in a PG's body... He went to a college that has my old HS's name. Saint Peters and that's how I learnt about him .but it wasn't all that that made me like him though. What appealed to me about this kid was that he wasn't recruited by any big D1 schools coming out of Rice and then he had a freaking awesome frosh season - leading all Freshmen in the nation in socring... and leading his conference.
He decided to stay with the Peacocks, showing loaylty, and then goes on to have consecutive seasons leading the nation in scoring. Last season, despite finding his firend and roomate and teammate dead in their dorm, he comes out and finishes third overall in the nation in scoring.
Despite just missing out on the NCAA Torunament this season and also not getting an invite to the NIT, Keydren finished his career 6th (?) on the College All-time scoring list. His skill, determination and loyalty to his friends and college was what made me like this kid!
His chances of making the NBA are slim... hes too small, never really played the PG until college and has never really shown that he can control a real team from that PG position. However, he's a good scorer... maybe not efficient seeing how poorly he shot in games (Maybe due to fact that he was the only good player on his team and other teams all focused their defence on him...) but he still helped the team win games didn't he???
Anyways, now that I've told y'all bout him. It's time to see how he goes in the 1st of 2 NBA Pre-draft Camps!
Keydren's Scoring Through the Years: 24.9, 26.7, 25.8, 24.9
EDIT: And I knew Daniel Kickert's name sounded familiar! He's playing on KeeKee's team in the camp and guess what? He's Aussie! <-- X, u been following him?
Man, Keydren Clark is gonna be playing tonight at 9pm in the States! I'm gonna track him to see how he goes throughout the tournament and see how well he does being the floor general for a team with decent players!
In case you don't know him, KeeKee is a 5'9" G... a SG trapped in a PG's body... He went to a college that has my old HS's name. Saint Peters and that's how I learnt about him .but it wasn't all that that made me like him though. What appealed to me about this kid was that he wasn't recruited by any big D1 schools coming out of Rice and then he had a freaking awesome frosh season - leading all Freshmen in the nation in socring... and leading his conference.
He decided to stay with the Peacocks, showing loaylty, and then goes on to have consecutive seasons leading the nation in scoring. Last season, despite finding his firend and roomate and teammate dead in their dorm, he comes out and finishes third overall in the nation in scoring.
Despite just missing out on the NCAA Torunament this season and also not getting an invite to the NIT, Keydren finished his career 6th (?) on the College All-time scoring list. His skill, determination and loyalty to his friends and college was what made me like this kid!
His chances of making the NBA are slim... hes too small, never really played the PG until college and has never really shown that he can control a real team from that PG position. However, he's a good scorer... maybe not efficient seeing how poorly he shot in games (Maybe due to fact that he was the only good player on his team and other teams all focused their defence on him...) but he still helped the team win games didn't he???
Anyways, now that I've told y'all bout him. It's time to see how he goes in the 1st of 2 NBA Pre-draft Camps!
Keydren's Scoring Through the Years: 24.9, 26.7, 25.8, 24.9
EDIT: And I knew Daniel Kickert's name sounded familiar! He's playing on KeeKee's team in the camp and guess what? He's Aussie! <-- X, u been following him?
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by Fresh8 on Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:47 pm
Keydren Leads Team to 87-80 win!
Keydren played 35 minutes and scored 22 points, 8 rebounds and 6 assists. Despite a poor 5 for 13 shooting from the field, he made 10 for 13 from the charity stripe and most importantly, the team won the game. Good to see that he was the top scorer for the game.
Other notable performances would have been from Jose Barea who had 19 and 11 assists for the other team and Cutis Withers grabbing 11 boards and puttign up 9 points on Keydren's squad. Aussie Daniel Kickert had 7 and 5 but shot 2 for 9 from the field.
^^ This was assesed from box score ananlysis and if anyone sees a proper match report, can you please post a link? It'd be greatly appreciated!
Keydren played 35 minutes and scored 22 points, 8 rebounds and 6 assists. Despite a poor 5 for 13 shooting from the field, he made 10 for 13 from the charity stripe and most importantly, the team won the game. Good to see that he was the top scorer for the game.
Other notable performances would have been from Jose Barea who had 19 and 11 assists for the other team and Cutis Withers grabbing 11 boards and puttign up 9 points on Keydren's squad. Aussie Daniel Kickert had 7 and 5 but shot 2 for 9 from the field.
^^ This was assesed from box score ananlysis and if anyone sees a proper match report, can you please post a link? It'd be greatly appreciated!
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by Fresh8 on Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:49 pm
Saint Peter's' Clark is driven to fulfill a heartfelt promise to friend
By KYLE TUCKER, The Virginian-Pilot
© April 6, 2006
PORTSMOUTH - Keydren Clark has a few words for the NBA scouts who'll size him up, scrawl notes next to his name and gauge his pro potential at this week's Portsmouth Invitational Tournament.
Clark's pitch goes something like this:
You think I can't overcome a few inches? Well, let me tell you a story …
And in this story, Clark isn't a 5-foot-10 point guard. He's not the gunner who led the nation in scoring two straight seasons. He isn't sixth in NCAA history with more than 3,000 career points for Saint Peter's College, a tiny Division I school in New Jersey. He isn't second only to Duke's J.J. Redick in career 3-pointers.
In this tale, Clark is just an excited college senior waking up to an amazing opportunity: a morning flight to Ireland to play with the NIT All-Stars.
He's a guy who, like his roommate, earned his undergraduate degree in fewer than four years and is working on his master's. He's up late talking hopes and dreams with George Jefferson, his best friend trying to sleep in the bed across a cramped dorm room.
Jefferson is so excited that he's just been cleared to play basketball again - following shin-splint surgery - that he doesn't want Clark to leave for Ireland.
"I'm ready to get at you on the court," Jefferson tells him. "This time, I'll take you."
So Clark is not surprised when he wakes up the next morning and finds Jefferson in a heap in front of their door. This should be the funny part of the story.
"He's a big-time jokester," Clark says. "When I saw him, I thought he was playing, trying to keep me from leaving."
OK, man, that's a good one. Get up, buddy. Move, George!
He doesn't.
Clark smacks him, shakes him, tries to rouse him.
"But then I touched his body," Clark says, "and he was cold as ice."
Panicked, he calls his mother instead of 911. He administers CPR, tries to breathe life into Jefferson's lips.
"But George was already gone," Clark says. "He'd fallen off his bed in the night and just never woke up."
George Jefferson - Clark's closest friend - died that day last June of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. It's the same heart ailment that claimed the lives of basketball stars Reggie Lewis and Hank Gathers.
In that instant, nothing else mattered. Clark wandered aimlessly the rest of the day until a Saint Peter's assistant found him and took him to head coach Bob Leckie.
"He was just in shock, didn't know which way to turn," Leckie says. "He's a changed young man, forever. I don't think he picked up a basketball all June, July or August."
The guy who'd led the country in scoring as a sophomore and junior, who averaged 25 points each of his first three seasons, opened this past season with 11 points. Through seven games, he averaged just 19.6 points.
"It was tough to go back in the gym without him," Clark says. "It took me a while to get back on track. But once I did, it was all for George."
While waxing wide-eyed about their plans, Clark and Jefferson had made a pact. Jefferson, not nearly the talent Clark is, was working to become an accountant.
"Whoever made it first, whether it was basketball or business, we made a bond to take care of the other one until he got on his feet," Clark says.
Now that Jefferson's gone, it's up to Clark, who treats his friend's mother like his own.
"I will make it with basketball," Clark says, "And she'll be happy, taken care of."
In the eighth game of this season, Clark got his groove back, scoring 42 points against Niagara. Three weeks later, he turned in a near-perfect performance - 39 points, 10 rebounds, 10 assists and zero turnovers. The next game, he poured in 41 points.
By season's end, he was threatening Redick and Gonzaga's Adam Morrison for the scoring title. If he'd caught them, he would have joined legends Oscar Robertson and Pete Maravich as the only players to lead the nation three straight seasons.
But he didn't catch Redick or Morrison, and he isn't mentioned in the same breath with either .
Why? Because the NBA is big-time, where big equals time. And big Clark's not. Nor is his league - the Metro Atlantic Athletic Conference.
"My critics wonder about my size. And they wonder, since I played at a mid-major program where we didn't get all that TV time, can I play with the big boys from the big schools," Clark says. "I say my height has nothing on what I went through this summer. And now I have a great opportunity to show I can play with these guys, and play in the league."
The NBA's director of scouting, Marty Blake, likes Clark's game. He notes that PIT alum Avery Johnson, who came to town as a 5- 11 unknown from Southern University , played 16 seasons in the NBA.
Clark, who scored 22 points for the Portsmouth Sports Club on Wednesday night, looks to contemporary mighty mites for encouragement. The Nuggets' Earl Boykins is 5-5 and Toronto's Andre Barrett (another PIT alumn) is 5-10. Those are reasons to dream. But Jefferson made Clark believe.
"If he was here today," Clark says, "he'd be telling me that my goals are within my reach."
Just a few inches away?
By KYLE TUCKER, The Virginian-Pilot
© April 6, 2006
PORTSMOUTH - Keydren Clark has a few words for the NBA scouts who'll size him up, scrawl notes next to his name and gauge his pro potential at this week's Portsmouth Invitational Tournament.
Clark's pitch goes something like this:
You think I can't overcome a few inches? Well, let me tell you a story …
And in this story, Clark isn't a 5-foot-10 point guard. He's not the gunner who led the nation in scoring two straight seasons. He isn't sixth in NCAA history with more than 3,000 career points for Saint Peter's College, a tiny Division I school in New Jersey. He isn't second only to Duke's J.J. Redick in career 3-pointers.
In this tale, Clark is just an excited college senior waking up to an amazing opportunity: a morning flight to Ireland to play with the NIT All-Stars.
He's a guy who, like his roommate, earned his undergraduate degree in fewer than four years and is working on his master's. He's up late talking hopes and dreams with George Jefferson, his best friend trying to sleep in the bed across a cramped dorm room.
Jefferson is so excited that he's just been cleared to play basketball again - following shin-splint surgery - that he doesn't want Clark to leave for Ireland.
"I'm ready to get at you on the court," Jefferson tells him. "This time, I'll take you."
So Clark is not surprised when he wakes up the next morning and finds Jefferson in a heap in front of their door. This should be the funny part of the story.
"He's a big-time jokester," Clark says. "When I saw him, I thought he was playing, trying to keep me from leaving."
OK, man, that's a good one. Get up, buddy. Move, George!
He doesn't.
Clark smacks him, shakes him, tries to rouse him.
"But then I touched his body," Clark says, "and he was cold as ice."
Panicked, he calls his mother instead of 911. He administers CPR, tries to breathe life into Jefferson's lips.
"But George was already gone," Clark says. "He'd fallen off his bed in the night and just never woke up."
George Jefferson - Clark's closest friend - died that day last June of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. It's the same heart ailment that claimed the lives of basketball stars Reggie Lewis and Hank Gathers.
In that instant, nothing else mattered. Clark wandered aimlessly the rest of the day until a Saint Peter's assistant found him and took him to head coach Bob Leckie.
"He was just in shock, didn't know which way to turn," Leckie says. "He's a changed young man, forever. I don't think he picked up a basketball all June, July or August."
The guy who'd led the country in scoring as a sophomore and junior, who averaged 25 points each of his first three seasons, opened this past season with 11 points. Through seven games, he averaged just 19.6 points.
"It was tough to go back in the gym without him," Clark says. "It took me a while to get back on track. But once I did, it was all for George."
While waxing wide-eyed about their plans, Clark and Jefferson had made a pact. Jefferson, not nearly the talent Clark is, was working to become an accountant.
"Whoever made it first, whether it was basketball or business, we made a bond to take care of the other one until he got on his feet," Clark says.
Now that Jefferson's gone, it's up to Clark, who treats his friend's mother like his own.
"I will make it with basketball," Clark says, "And she'll be happy, taken care of."
In the eighth game of this season, Clark got his groove back, scoring 42 points against Niagara. Three weeks later, he turned in a near-perfect performance - 39 points, 10 rebounds, 10 assists and zero turnovers. The next game, he poured in 41 points.
By season's end, he was threatening Redick and Gonzaga's Adam Morrison for the scoring title. If he'd caught them, he would have joined legends Oscar Robertson and Pete Maravich as the only players to lead the nation three straight seasons.
But he didn't catch Redick or Morrison, and he isn't mentioned in the same breath with either .
Why? Because the NBA is big-time, where big equals time. And big Clark's not. Nor is his league - the Metro Atlantic Athletic Conference.
"My critics wonder about my size. And they wonder, since I played at a mid-major program where we didn't get all that TV time, can I play with the big boys from the big schools," Clark says. "I say my height has nothing on what I went through this summer. And now I have a great opportunity to show I can play with these guys, and play in the league."
The NBA's director of scouting, Marty Blake, likes Clark's game. He notes that PIT alum Avery Johnson, who came to town as a 5- 11 unknown from Southern University , played 16 seasons in the NBA.
Clark, who scored 22 points for the Portsmouth Sports Club on Wednesday night, looks to contemporary mighty mites for encouragement. The Nuggets' Earl Boykins is 5-5 and Toronto's Andre Barrett (another PIT alumn) is 5-10. Those are reasons to dream. But Jefferson made Clark believe.
"If he was here today," Clark says, "he'd be telling me that my goals are within my reach."
Just a few inches away?
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