Thu Jun 22, 2006 5:04 pm
Chapter Index
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
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Coming Up on A Legend Is Born...
NBA All-star Weekend is held in Houston this year! Join in the fun and action of it all from the Rook-Soph game to the Slam Dunk and Three Point Competitions! And this all leads up to the Main Event! The All-star Game!
Watch out for many guest appearances plus special NLSC appearances by Peter ‘Cable Guy’ Robertson!
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
---
Coming Up on A Legend Is Born...
NBA All-star Weekend is held in Houston this year! Join in the fun and action of it all from the Rook-Soph game to the Slam Dunk and Three Point Competitions! And this all leads up to the Main Event! The All-star Game!
Watch out for many guest appearances plus special NLSC appearances by Peter ‘Cable Guy’ Robertson!
Last edited by Fresh8 on Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:08 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:34 pm
Chapter 14
“Hey Sitty, what’s up? Long time no see!”
Will Sit waved his hand and smiled as Flo Ruf called for the waitress to bring out another beer.
“What do you know? The star of next season’s Prison Break!” Joked another man sitting at the table.
“Who’s he?” Sit asked his German friend Flo.
Flo looked at the man next to him, “I should introduce you to my friend Peter.”
The man raised his hand and interrupted, “I will introduce myself. I’m Peter Robinson and I work for pay television networks.”
Sit shook Peter’s hand and said, “I’m…”
Peter cut him, “I know you, so don’t need to introduce yourself.”
“Oh ok,” Sit laughed, “Good to know that I’m actually famous now.”
Peter nodded, “Yeah, the guys down at the studio call you OJ Simpson’s cousin. You know? Crazed killer?”
Peter laughed as Sit shook his head, clearly not amused. A waitress came back with Sit’s drink and Sit grabbed it. Flo then raised his beer.
“Here’s to a better future!”
The three men had a bit to drink before they began to talk again.
“Flo, I’m glad that you’re here in the States because I think I may be able to get to get you a job with my new team!” Sit announced.
Flo’s face lit up, “You serious? I can get to work in the NBA?”
Sit nodded before Peter once again rudely interrupted, “Can you get me a job?”
Sit and Flo glared at him and cried out together, “Shut up!”
Peter looked back down at his beer and took a sip before Flo pointed, “Hey, is that Robert Horry?”
Sit jumped up quickly, “Man, he’s a bit short for Robert Horry but I bet you that’s Will Smith!”
“So what if it is Will Smith? What’s so good about him?” Peter asked Sit.
Sit sat back down, “Man, ever since I was in grade four, I’ve liked Will Smith!”
Flo then questioned him, “Really?”
Sit nodded excitedly, “Yeah man! I just got addicted to Fresh Prince of Bel-air!”
“And why do you like him so much?” Peter asked.
Sit then blurted out, “Cause if you add a ‘m’ and ‘h’ to my name, you get his!”
McGrady lifted up his newly won Three Point Shootout trophy to the cheers of the delighted crowd. He received a standing ovation as Ray Allen walked towards the changing room. The atmosphere for All-star Saturday was incredible but somehow, it was also feeling a little weird.
David Stern was in a corporate box and whispered to one of his executives, “Something’s not right around here. I think we should get rid of All-star Saturday.”
The executive he was whispering to looked at him with a confused face, “You crazy sir? This is where we make money.”
Stern shrugged, “You tell me if you would want to see this kind of a contest. It had nothing special about it.”
The man replied, “Wait till the Slam Dunk Competition is done and you will see.”
Stern nodded, “I will take your word for it.”
Back on the court, Kobe Bryant was talking to Tracy McGrady, “Hey man, good win tonight.”
McGrady hugged Kobe and said to him, “Thanks man. We got to rip it up tomorrow night alright?”
Kobe smiled and pointed back, “For sure dawg.”
“Yo Mr Will Smith,” Sit shouted out as Flo and Peter looked away in shame.
Will Smith turned to Sit’s voice to see the short Asian jumping up and down trying to rap the Fresh Prince theme song. The famous actor chuckled and walked to Sit’s table.
Flo and Peter looked up at the star and both mumbled, “We don’t know this kid.”
Smith laughed as Sit gave him a high five while rapping, “In East Australia born and raised!”
Smith told Sit to stop, “So what you want?”
Sit smiled, “You’re a nice guy Will Smith. Can I get your autograph?”
Peter looked at Flo, “How the hell did he get a job?”
Flo looked at Peter then back at the two Will’s, “I have no idea.”
Smith raised an eyebrow, “Yo Will Sit…”
“You know my name? Man, I told you I was famous!” Sit shouted as he hit Peter in the back of his head.
Will Smith looked at Sit weirdly, “Whoa man, I saw you on the news for three months straight and you’re only known for murdering some old man.”
Sit’s grin was wiped off of his face, “This is a disgrace! What’s wrong with television these days? It’s because I’m Asian isn’t it?”
Peter rolled his eyes “No, it’s because you’re black.”
Sit hit Peter again before Will Smith asked, “So you want me to sign something?”
Sit nodded, “Sign my…”
He looked around and noticed there was nothing for him to sign, “Maybe next time ok.”
Will Smith shrugged, “I got to go man. Hope you guys have fun around here.”
Smith turned as Sit shouted, “Hey Smith, why you here anyways?”
“Family vacation so I don’t want any more interruptions,” He called out before he left the bar.
The Slam Dunk Competition was a major flop that night with Steve Francis winning it. Emeka Okafor and Kevin Garnett did nothing flashy and Paul Pierce was lucky to even get half the score he got. Stern was shaking his head the whole contest.
“I told you,” Stern said, “We don’t need this. It won’t make much difference if we took away the Saturday events. Maybe we should just hold All-Star weekend on the Saturday and Sunday.”
“It’s an option I guess,” The executive replied.
Down on the court, Steve Francis lifted his trophy as the crowd booed him.
Stern got up to leave, “I hope we have a better All-Star game tomorrow night.”
The executive wiped sweat off of his forehead, “I hope so too.”
* * *
“Let’s hear it for your Western All-Stars!”
The boom of the crowd was deafening as everyone got out of their seats for the introduction on the Western Conference All-Stars.
“Not long now until tip-off,” Sit screamed.
“What?” Flo shouted back.
“Not long till it starts!” Sit tried to shout out louder.
“Who farted?” Flo screamed back.
Then the noise grew even louder as the starters lined up on the court, ready to start the game. Sit looked across his row of seats to remind himself who was at the game with them. Sitting next to Flo was Peter Robertson the ‘cable guy’ and next to Peter was Andrew Watson.
Watson yelled out, “Hey, where’s Sean Marks?”
Peter looked at him, “Be quiet you fool! Sean Marks isn’t good enough to make the Spurs’ bench.”
Watson stared blankly at Peter, “What do you mean? He is on the bench.”
Peter didn’t seem to care, “Well… you better watch out for yourself. Eating all that food will catch up with you one day.”
Flo turned to the two of them and pointed at Watson, “Who? Him? I think it’s too late.”
Sit shook his head and turned back to the game as Kobe Bryant sank a jumper in LeBron James’ face. Steve Nash then stripped the ball off of Kirk Hinrich and passed the ball to Garnett who threw it down on the fast break back down the floor. The West took an early lead and the team left the court at the first quarter buzzer.
Flo tapped Sit on the shoulder, “It was a waste of your money bailing that guy out of jail for the day Sit.”
Sit looked across at Watson who was sprawled out in his seat, “He’s passed out, so what?”
Flo shook his head, “You could have spent your money somewhere else!”
Sit laughed, “My friend, where else can you find a walking trash can?”
The second quarter seemed to fly by as the Eastern All-Stars made the contest closer but couldn’t rule the West of the game thanks to Yao Ming’s big quarter. Sit decided to get some food at halftime and stood in a long line. Suddenly, a tall man fell over and spilt his drink all over Sit.
Sit looked at his clothes and couldn’t believe it, “You just spilt your drink on me man.”
The man on the floor pulled himself up and looked at Sit, “You again?”
“You!” Sit glared up at Will Smith.
“Hey man, I’m really sorry,” Smith apologised.
Sit then mocked Smith, “I’m sorry, you just ruined my suit. It was extra fly.”
Smith raised his arms up, “I don’t want no trouble ok.”
“Oh yeah, then get me a new suit. It was custom made.”
“What? Custom made because you’re too short?” Smith joked then added, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
Sit shoved Smith, “Hey man, you shut up now. Pay me back for my suit.”
Smith looked around seeing everyone watching the two of them, “Hey man, what’s wrong with you?”
Sit shoved him again, “Man, you spilt your drink on me.”
Smith was in disbelief, “No wonder people call you crazy!”
“You want to test me?” Sit shouted.
Smith took a step back and patted Sit on the head before asking in a soft, trembling voice, “You want to take this outside?”
Sit stared at Smith before everyone around them laughed and a man yelled out, “Cut!”
Smith laughed and pat Sit on the back, “Man, that was awesome!”
Sit looked confused, “Man, I ain’t joking, pay me back for my suit.”
Smith shook his head and clicked his fingers and a lady gave Sit a cheque before Smith looked at Sit, “Thanks Will. That was great.”
The man who yelled ‘cut’ walked up to Sit and shook his hand.
“Son, you just made it into our 15 year special for the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.”
Sit then smiled, understanding what was happening, “Oh man, you guys got me.”
Smith nodded, “Thanks bro, it was good working with you.”
Sit laughed before getting changed to watch the rest of the game.
“Kobe get off!” Yelled Coach Van Gundy, “Ray Allen, you’re on.”
Kobe threw his towel on the ground and looked anywhere but inside the West All-Star huddle.
“I want you guys to foul quickly. Then give the ball to Allen. Allen, you take that three for a win, tie or whatever,” Van Gundy briefed the superstar team.
Everyone nodded as they returned to the floor.
Van Gundy looked at Kobe who was sitting on the bench, "Kobe, this ain't the Lakers. And thank God I'm not Phil."
Play started again as the ball was tossed to LeBron James. Allen took his cue and ran up to James, hitting James in the back and wrestling the ball off of the younger player. There was no whistle. Allen then took his chance and sprinted up the court with the ball and laid the ball up into the hoop.
“He did it!” PJ Brown waved his towel from the sideline.
The crowd was on its feet as Billups heaved a shot from half way and the players retreated to the benches to have a rest.
“I bet you that the East will win this game,” Watson said to Peter.
Peter laughed, “How much?”
“One hundred,” Watson said as the East pushed ahead by eight in the extra time period.
“Ten, the West are losing for God’s sake,” Peter countered.
“Well, I like to gamble so anything will do. Deal,” Watson nodded before Ray Allen hit a three pointer.
The last few minutes went quickly as the West caught right back up with the East and Ray Allen forced a second overtime period with a trey.
“This is getting interesting!” Watson exclaimed.
Peter hit himself, “I should have bet more.”
The West ended up winning by two points and Watson got away without paying Peter because he had no money, “Man, I was only in it to win.”
Watson was then escorted back to his jail cell on the other side of the country. As Yao Ming accepted his MVP award, Peter was courtside to interview him. Flo and Sit left the arena together.
“Will, what’s it feel like to be back in the business?”
“Feels good Flo,” Sit replied.
Flo nodded, “So you’re going to go to your team now?”
Sit smiled, “Yeah, come on man. I know you will get that job as our scout.”
Flo gave Sit a high five, “Wait a second. What team are we with again?”
“Hey Sitty, what’s up? Long time no see!”
Will Sit waved his hand and smiled as Flo Ruf called for the waitress to bring out another beer.
“What do you know? The star of next season’s Prison Break!” Joked another man sitting at the table.
“Who’s he?” Sit asked his German friend Flo.
Flo looked at the man next to him, “I should introduce you to my friend Peter.”
The man raised his hand and interrupted, “I will introduce myself. I’m Peter Robinson and I work for pay television networks.”
Sit shook Peter’s hand and said, “I’m…”
Peter cut him, “I know you, so don’t need to introduce yourself.”
“Oh ok,” Sit laughed, “Good to know that I’m actually famous now.”
Peter nodded, “Yeah, the guys down at the studio call you OJ Simpson’s cousin. You know? Crazed killer?”
Peter laughed as Sit shook his head, clearly not amused. A waitress came back with Sit’s drink and Sit grabbed it. Flo then raised his beer.
“Here’s to a better future!”
The three men had a bit to drink before they began to talk again.
“Flo, I’m glad that you’re here in the States because I think I may be able to get to get you a job with my new team!” Sit announced.
Flo’s face lit up, “You serious? I can get to work in the NBA?”
Sit nodded before Peter once again rudely interrupted, “Can you get me a job?”
Sit and Flo glared at him and cried out together, “Shut up!”
Peter looked back down at his beer and took a sip before Flo pointed, “Hey, is that Robert Horry?”
Sit jumped up quickly, “Man, he’s a bit short for Robert Horry but I bet you that’s Will Smith!”
“So what if it is Will Smith? What’s so good about him?” Peter asked Sit.
Sit sat back down, “Man, ever since I was in grade four, I’ve liked Will Smith!”
Flo then questioned him, “Really?”
Sit nodded excitedly, “Yeah man! I just got addicted to Fresh Prince of Bel-air!”
“And why do you like him so much?” Peter asked.
Sit then blurted out, “Cause if you add a ‘m’ and ‘h’ to my name, you get his!”
McGrady lifted up his newly won Three Point Shootout trophy to the cheers of the delighted crowd. He received a standing ovation as Ray Allen walked towards the changing room. The atmosphere for All-star Saturday was incredible but somehow, it was also feeling a little weird.
David Stern was in a corporate box and whispered to one of his executives, “Something’s not right around here. I think we should get rid of All-star Saturday.”
The executive he was whispering to looked at him with a confused face, “You crazy sir? This is where we make money.”
Stern shrugged, “You tell me if you would want to see this kind of a contest. It had nothing special about it.”
The man replied, “Wait till the Slam Dunk Competition is done and you will see.”
Stern nodded, “I will take your word for it.”
Back on the court, Kobe Bryant was talking to Tracy McGrady, “Hey man, good win tonight.”
McGrady hugged Kobe and said to him, “Thanks man. We got to rip it up tomorrow night alright?”
Kobe smiled and pointed back, “For sure dawg.”
“Yo Mr Will Smith,” Sit shouted out as Flo and Peter looked away in shame.
Will Smith turned to Sit’s voice to see the short Asian jumping up and down trying to rap the Fresh Prince theme song. The famous actor chuckled and walked to Sit’s table.
Flo and Peter looked up at the star and both mumbled, “We don’t know this kid.”
Smith laughed as Sit gave him a high five while rapping, “In East Australia born and raised!”
Smith told Sit to stop, “So what you want?”
Sit smiled, “You’re a nice guy Will Smith. Can I get your autograph?”
Peter looked at Flo, “How the hell did he get a job?”
Flo looked at Peter then back at the two Will’s, “I have no idea.”
Smith raised an eyebrow, “Yo Will Sit…”
“You know my name? Man, I told you I was famous!” Sit shouted as he hit Peter in the back of his head.
Will Smith looked at Sit weirdly, “Whoa man, I saw you on the news for three months straight and you’re only known for murdering some old man.”
Sit’s grin was wiped off of his face, “This is a disgrace! What’s wrong with television these days? It’s because I’m Asian isn’t it?”
Peter rolled his eyes “No, it’s because you’re black.”
Sit hit Peter again before Will Smith asked, “So you want me to sign something?”
Sit nodded, “Sign my…”
He looked around and noticed there was nothing for him to sign, “Maybe next time ok.”
Will Smith shrugged, “I got to go man. Hope you guys have fun around here.”
Smith turned as Sit shouted, “Hey Smith, why you here anyways?”
“Family vacation so I don’t want any more interruptions,” He called out before he left the bar.
The Slam Dunk Competition was a major flop that night with Steve Francis winning it. Emeka Okafor and Kevin Garnett did nothing flashy and Paul Pierce was lucky to even get half the score he got. Stern was shaking his head the whole contest.
“I told you,” Stern said, “We don’t need this. It won’t make much difference if we took away the Saturday events. Maybe we should just hold All-Star weekend on the Saturday and Sunday.”
“It’s an option I guess,” The executive replied.
Down on the court, Steve Francis lifted his trophy as the crowd booed him.
Stern got up to leave, “I hope we have a better All-Star game tomorrow night.”
The executive wiped sweat off of his forehead, “I hope so too.”
* * *
“Let’s hear it for your Western All-Stars!”
The boom of the crowd was deafening as everyone got out of their seats for the introduction on the Western Conference All-Stars.
“Not long now until tip-off,” Sit screamed.
“What?” Flo shouted back.
“Not long till it starts!” Sit tried to shout out louder.
“Who farted?” Flo screamed back.
Then the noise grew even louder as the starters lined up on the court, ready to start the game. Sit looked across his row of seats to remind himself who was at the game with them. Sitting next to Flo was Peter Robertson the ‘cable guy’ and next to Peter was Andrew Watson.
Watson yelled out, “Hey, where’s Sean Marks?”
Peter looked at him, “Be quiet you fool! Sean Marks isn’t good enough to make the Spurs’ bench.”
Watson stared blankly at Peter, “What do you mean? He is on the bench.”
Peter didn’t seem to care, “Well… you better watch out for yourself. Eating all that food will catch up with you one day.”
Flo turned to the two of them and pointed at Watson, “Who? Him? I think it’s too late.”
Sit shook his head and turned back to the game as Kobe Bryant sank a jumper in LeBron James’ face. Steve Nash then stripped the ball off of Kirk Hinrich and passed the ball to Garnett who threw it down on the fast break back down the floor. The West took an early lead and the team left the court at the first quarter buzzer.
Flo tapped Sit on the shoulder, “It was a waste of your money bailing that guy out of jail for the day Sit.”
Sit looked across at Watson who was sprawled out in his seat, “He’s passed out, so what?”
Flo shook his head, “You could have spent your money somewhere else!”
Sit laughed, “My friend, where else can you find a walking trash can?”
The second quarter seemed to fly by as the Eastern All-Stars made the contest closer but couldn’t rule the West of the game thanks to Yao Ming’s big quarter. Sit decided to get some food at halftime and stood in a long line. Suddenly, a tall man fell over and spilt his drink all over Sit.
Sit looked at his clothes and couldn’t believe it, “You just spilt your drink on me man.”
The man on the floor pulled himself up and looked at Sit, “You again?”
“You!” Sit glared up at Will Smith.
“Hey man, I’m really sorry,” Smith apologised.
Sit then mocked Smith, “I’m sorry, you just ruined my suit. It was extra fly.”
Smith raised his arms up, “I don’t want no trouble ok.”
“Oh yeah, then get me a new suit. It was custom made.”
“What? Custom made because you’re too short?” Smith joked then added, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
Sit shoved Smith, “Hey man, you shut up now. Pay me back for my suit.”
Smith looked around seeing everyone watching the two of them, “Hey man, what’s wrong with you?”
Sit shoved him again, “Man, you spilt your drink on me.”
Smith was in disbelief, “No wonder people call you crazy!”
“You want to test me?” Sit shouted.
Smith took a step back and patted Sit on the head before asking in a soft, trembling voice, “You want to take this outside?”
Sit stared at Smith before everyone around them laughed and a man yelled out, “Cut!”
Smith laughed and pat Sit on the back, “Man, that was awesome!”
Sit looked confused, “Man, I ain’t joking, pay me back for my suit.”
Smith shook his head and clicked his fingers and a lady gave Sit a cheque before Smith looked at Sit, “Thanks Will. That was great.”
The man who yelled ‘cut’ walked up to Sit and shook his hand.
“Son, you just made it into our 15 year special for the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.”
Sit then smiled, understanding what was happening, “Oh man, you guys got me.”
Smith nodded, “Thanks bro, it was good working with you.”
Sit laughed before getting changed to watch the rest of the game.
“Kobe get off!” Yelled Coach Van Gundy, “Ray Allen, you’re on.”
Kobe threw his towel on the ground and looked anywhere but inside the West All-Star huddle.
“I want you guys to foul quickly. Then give the ball to Allen. Allen, you take that three for a win, tie or whatever,” Van Gundy briefed the superstar team.
Everyone nodded as they returned to the floor.
Van Gundy looked at Kobe who was sitting on the bench, "Kobe, this ain't the Lakers. And thank God I'm not Phil."
Play started again as the ball was tossed to LeBron James. Allen took his cue and ran up to James, hitting James in the back and wrestling the ball off of the younger player. There was no whistle. Allen then took his chance and sprinted up the court with the ball and laid the ball up into the hoop.
“He did it!” PJ Brown waved his towel from the sideline.
The crowd was on its feet as Billups heaved a shot from half way and the players retreated to the benches to have a rest.
“I bet you that the East will win this game,” Watson said to Peter.
Peter laughed, “How much?”
“One hundred,” Watson said as the East pushed ahead by eight in the extra time period.
“Ten, the West are losing for God’s sake,” Peter countered.
“Well, I like to gamble so anything will do. Deal,” Watson nodded before Ray Allen hit a three pointer.
The last few minutes went quickly as the West caught right back up with the East and Ray Allen forced a second overtime period with a trey.
“This is getting interesting!” Watson exclaimed.
Peter hit himself, “I should have bet more.”
The West ended up winning by two points and Watson got away without paying Peter because he had no money, “Man, I was only in it to win.”
Watson was then escorted back to his jail cell on the other side of the country. As Yao Ming accepted his MVP award, Peter was courtside to interview him. Flo and Sit left the arena together.
“Will, what’s it feel like to be back in the business?”
“Feels good Flo,” Sit replied.
Flo nodded, “So you’re going to go to your team now?”
Sit smiled, “Yeah, come on man. I know you will get that job as our scout.”
Flo gave Sit a high five, “Wait a second. What team are we with again?”
Last edited by Fresh8 on Fri Jun 23, 2006 1:56 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:41 pm
that was very nice man, i finally read one of these chapters
an i cant believe i didnt read the other 13, youre a terrific
writer and i enjoyed reading this chapter, it was funny
when smith spilted beer on ur custom made suit
good job.
an i cant believe i didnt read the other 13, youre a terrific
writer and i enjoyed reading this chapter, it was funny
when smith spilted beer on ur custom made suit
good job.
Fri Jun 23, 2006 12:52 pm
this doenst even seem like a dynasty anymore, its more like a book of short stories.
Fri Jun 23, 2006 1:15 pm
Nice writing dude, come on and start the GMing already 
Fri Jun 23, 2006 1:53 pm
wow nice article 
cant wait for the next chapter
cant wait for the next chapter
Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:04 am
cool story, and again...
some surprises and many jokes
awesome
(u mixed the teams up in the bet.... u made X say "East will win"
)
some surprises and many jokes
awesome
(u mixed the teams up in the bet.... u made X say "East will win"
)
Sat Jun 24, 2006 10:43 am
D wrote:that was very nice man, i finally read one of these chapters
an i cant believe i didnt read the other 13, youre a terrific
writer and i enjoyed reading this chapter, it was funny
when smith spilted beer on ur custom made suit good job.
- Yo D, wassup... hope u will read chapters 1-13... to get the idea of the story.. but its ok if u dont cause it wont matter! Thanks for the props...
Jing wrote:this doenst even seem like a dynasty anymore, its more like a book of short stories.
- I put in game recaps and stuff and the GMing business is about to begin... and plus, I want to bring something different to the table hence the backstory - which makes this all up... haha
Mark wrote:Nice writing dude, come on and start the GMing already
- It's bout to start man... im surprised noone is guessing watteam me and flo are in
pHLo wrote:cool story, and again...
some surprises and many jokes
awesome
(u mixed the teams up in the bet.... u made X say "East will win" )
- I hope u can pick out the Fresh Prince moments
Its awesome show haha
And X bet on East to win cause they were winning so the teams arent mixed up!!!
And to everyone: what happened to PHX4LIFE, Kemp and others? Are they still round here anymore?
Sat Jun 24, 2006 9:58 pm
Coming Up on A Legend Is Born...
Sit finally arrives to start work with his new team!
Is KG really heading to LA? Is Allen Iverson about to be dumped from the Sixers? Are the last place New Orleans Hornets going to shake things up any time soon?
As the trade deadline looms... what big blocvkbuster trade or trades might arise? Stay tuned to find out!
Sit finally arrives to start work with his new team!
Is KG really heading to LA? Is Allen Iverson about to be dumped from the Sixers? Are the last place New Orleans Hornets going to shake things up any time soon?
As the trade deadline looms... what big blocvkbuster trade or trades might arise? Stay tuned to find out!
Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:58 am
TORONTO RAPTORS
Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:04 am
Peter looked at Flo, “How the hell did he get a job?”
You've got me nailed. Great stuff.
Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:37 am
Once again, I have to say that I'm happy that you're back, even if its for a little while.
I also have to say that I'm still envious of your writing skills... Keep it up.
I also have to say that I'm still envious of your writing skills... Keep it up.
Sun Jun 25, 2006 3:42 pm
Nice writing again man, it's really nice to have you back! Keep it up!
Sun Jun 25, 2006 6:50 pm
Flo wrote:TORONTO RAPTORS
- maybe
Cable wrote:You've got me nailed. Great stuff.
- Thanks bro... wat u mean by I got you nailed?
Its_asdf wrote:Once again, I have to say that I'm happy that you're back, even if its for a little while.
I also have to say that I'm still envious of your writing skills... Keep it up.
- Thanks buddy... dont be envious of my writing... a lot of ppl are better than me!
Henry wrote:Nice writing again man, it's really nice to have you back! Keep it up!
- Yo man! Henry gonna score a hat trick against Spain!!!
And yeh.. nice win over Mexico yo! Argentina are playing heaps well... and same with the Germans! So go Messi... altho i dont like him that much... whos ur favourite argentine player? Hernan Crespo?
Mon Jun 26, 2006 1:09 am
Sit wrote:- Yo man! Henry gonna score a hat trick against Spain!!!
I like Sorín and Tevez, they are really good players, and Messi too, of course
Mon Jun 26, 2006 2:23 am
I'm still here.
Great chapter. That was funny how they were filming without you even knowing. I'll be waiting to see what kind of trades are gonna happen. Btw, great way of ending the chapter.
Great chapter. That was funny how they were filming without you even knowing. I'll be waiting to see what kind of trades are gonna happen. Btw, great way of ending the chapter.
Mon Jun 26, 2006 8:01 am
Henry wrote:I like Sorín and Tevez, they are really good players, and Messi too, of course
- Ah true! You know... Argentina has one of the better performing teams at the WC. Germany, Argentina have impressed me most.
Sac-1 wrote:I'm still here.
Great chapter. That was funny how they were filming without you even knowing. I'll be waiting to see what kind of trades are gonna happen. Btw, great way of ending the chapter.
- Yay! Sac-1 is still alive haha... And man 'Go France!'
But I go for Aussies first!
Tue Jun 27, 2006 8:19 am
damn... Aussies lost 
Tue Jun 27, 2006 8:25 am
fuck france. they are cocksuckers.
and i feel sorry for you aussies, losing to a take of fakers like the italians. better luck never.
and i feel sorry for you aussies, losing to a take of fakers like the italians. better luck never.
Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:37 pm
man... after beresciano rolled fifty fucking times... i felt bad that the Italian dude got a red card.. more of a yellow... but then after that damn dude dived... and fucking ref... ahhh... i was crying man... we were thisclose to the quarter finals...
but i guess we can only blame ourselves, aust shoulda pounced when italy were down to 10
but i guess we can only blame ourselves, aust shoulda pounced when italy were down to 10
Tue Jun 27, 2006 5:28 pm
Jing wrote:fuck france. they are cocksuckers.
and i feel sorry for you aussies, losing to a take of fakers like the italians. better luck never.
fuck you.
where is china huh !?
haha jokes. but france is my team.
Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:00 am
Sit wrote:Cable wrote:You've got me nailed. Great stuff.
- Thanks bro... wat u mean by I got you nailed?
I meant you've got my personality perfect.
And fuck Portugal!
Wed Jun 28, 2006 12:02 pm
France won and book a quarter final with Brazil... Henry, Viera, Zidane, Thuram, Barthez and everyone better knock out Brazil... them and their names starting with R...
And even England thought Aussies got robbed!
And even England thought Aussies got robbed!
Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:19 am
Chapter 15
“Welcome to Minnesota!”
Will Sit and Flo Ruf walked onto the Target Centre floor and shook hands with former Wolves GM Kevin McHale; soon to be Head Coach.
“I’m glad to be here Mr McHale,” Sit replied coolly.
McHale handed Sit a folder and said to him, “I guess General Managing duties are all yours Sit.”
Sit took the folder and smiled, “Thanks and I would like to introduce you to my friend Flo Ruf who will be our new scout.”
“Nice to meet you,” McHale said to Flo.
Flo nodded, “Nice to meet you too sir”
Sit then said to McHale, “So Casey didn’t take his sacking too badly?”
McHale shook his head, “I hope not but its business around here. I wanted to coach this team and he’s done a bad job so it was time to fire him.”
“Good luck then and I’m sure we will keep in touch,” Sit happily exclaimed, “Oh and also, which players wouldn’t you mind cutting?”
McHale thought for a moment, “I would have said that the whole team but Kevin but the way he’s been acting up recently makes me think that the whole team could be expendable.”
Sit nodded and took a note of this in his head, “Well, seems like I got a lot of work to do around here!”
Sit sat in his new office watching a recording of the Timberwolves last game. During that game, Kevin Garnett would be held to single digits and the Wolves would lose by 23 points. On the large screen, Garnett was hit hard as he went up for the bucket and he pulled himself off the floor slowly. Glaring at the ref who was calling the foul on him, Garnett barked something at the official.
The commentator announced to the fans at home, “And Kevin Garnett has been hit with a technical.”
Garnett, on screen, was shaking his head as he walked off the court.
“This is a horrible blow out loss for the Wolves,” The commentator continued, “It’s tough to lose every game in the NBA. The Wolves now drop to six and fourteen.”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Sit pointed his remote at the widescreen television and switched it off. Kevin Garnett walked through the door.
“Kevin,” Will said, “I’ve been waiting to see you, take a seat.”
Sit was conducting player interviews as his first job as GM, trying to gauge how his players felt with the team.
“Thank you,” Garnett said as he sat down.
“Kevin, how do you feel about the season so far?” Sit asked him.
Garnett thought for a moment, “It’s going alright although we could be winning a bit more. I mean, I don’t have many years left and I feel that if the Wolves aren’t going to play at their best in my prime, there’s no point in staying.”
Sit was a bit surprised, “You really want to move out of here?”
Garnett shrugged, “Well, if we can’t win, I would rather play with a contender.”
Sit nodded, “I see what you’re saying but the Wolves need you. You’re having another MVP season; do you think you could wait till next year so that we can get help for you?”
Garnett shook his head, “I’m honestly unhappy with the direction of the franchise. I want to win now and during this season. I guess it’s too late to make the playoffs but I think that if we were to have a winning record for the next two months or so, team morale would be a lot higher.”
“So you have a problem with the team because our roster isn’t that deep and that the morale is low?” Sit asked him.
Garnett nodded, “I don’t want to be a pain or anything and I’m not criticising you but I feel that this team could be better than we are. In so long, morale hasn’t been this low.”
Sit smiled, “Don’t worry mate, I will try and do my best. One thing though, what do you think of a trade?”
“A trade wouldn’t be that bad I guess,” Garnett conceded, “Depends where I go.”
Sit nodded and said to him, “Well Kevin, I will see what I can do but I can’t promise that I can trade you out of Minnesota at all. And I don’t want to trade you away because you are the face of our franchise but we will see what the future holds.”
Garnett got up and put his hand out to Sit to shake, “Thank you for talking to me sir.”
Sit shook his hand, “Keep up the good work, you’re doing great.”
As Kevin Garnett left Sit’s office, Sit put his arms behind his head and sat there. He was thinking of places to send his players.
The Wolves players practised on the Target Centre floor as Sit walked past. It was game day and the team was shooting around as some of the players joked with each other playfully. Rookie guard Rashad McCants took a shot from beyond the arc but failed to let the ball go as Michael Olowokandi swatted him from behind. Coach McHale laughed out and pointed at the big man.
“That’s the first shot you’ve blocked in years, do it in the game!”
Garnett was sitting down near the home bench and Sit approached him.
“Big game today hey Kev?” Sit said.
Garnett looked at Sit, “You like talking to your players don’t you?”
Sit laughed, “It’s my job buddy. I have to get to know you guys better.”
Garnett nodded as Wally Szczerbiak walked over and sat down next to Sit.
“Wally, how’s your foot feeling?” Sit asked.
Wally looked down at his foot and responded, “It’s feeling alright. I’m not starting though.”
McHale then yelled out for Sit to talk to him at mid court. Sit got up and strolled up to halfway where McHale and his three assistants were standing in a circle.
“How’s the trade talk going?” McHale asked Sit.
“It’s going fine,” Sit said, “I think I might be able to send Kevin Garnett to Los Angeles.”
“The Clippers, yeah, they need him,” McHale said.
Sit corrected him, “The Lakers actually. I’m trying to get Lamar Odom, Kwame Brown and Chris Mihm. Might be worth it.”
McHale was sceptical, “No, I don’t think so.”
Sit just smiled and quickly added, “Well, what do you guys think of Ricky Davis?”
McHale yelled, “You’re not trading Garnett for Ricky Davis!”
Sit laughed and quickly waved his hands in front of McHale’s face, “No, no, no - I want to send Wally to the Celtics.”
McHale looked at his assistant coaches who mumbled to each other and before long, McHale turned back to Sit, “We’re interested, we will talk about this more later.”
“Over here!”
“Pass it!”
“Pass the damn ball!”
The crowd was going crazy as the Wolves fell behind for the first time of the night late in the fourth quarter. Garnett was sitting nicely on 32 points while holding Spurs big man Tim Duncan to 13. Trenton Hassell was doing a surprisingly good job on Manu Ginobili while Marko Jaric kept Tony Parker in check. Still, the defending NBA champion Spurs were slowly creeping back behind a 22 point effort from sixth man Nick Van Exel.
McHale looked like he was about to pull his own hair out after Szczerbiak was hit with a technical foul for swearing at the ref. Everyone in the stands stood up to boo as Parker calmly sank a free throw and put the Spurs ahead by three. The Spurs then quickly got the ball back in play, popping it down low into the post to Tim Duncan who used the pivot to get into position for an easy bank off the glass.
“Tim Duncan!” the PA man shouted into the Arena’s PA system.
McHale was prancing up and down the sideline screaming at his players, “Get the ball to Kevin! No, don’t go yourself! Shoot if you’re open!”
Sit sat in his seat, shaking his head. Memories of the Atlanta Hawks came flooding back and he immediately got out of his seat to move down closer to the floor just in time to see what happened next. Garnett was called for a foul after Duncan went up for a shot, kneeing Garnett in the process. It looked like a charge but the ref called a block. The ref blew his whistle, dismissing the Wolves players who were arguing his call. McHale erupted and walked onto the court, pointing at the ref. Sit tried to get to the court but security stood in his way, blocking him from entering onto the court.
McHale was screaming at the ref, “That was a charge, Kevin got hurt.”
The ref seemed to ignore McHale before blowing into his whistle and signalling another technical foul. This time it was McHale’s and the ref signalled for the second official to come onto the court to discuss what was going on. Two of the assistant coaches were finally holding McHale back from doing anything stupid as the crowd began to boo even louder. Garnett, meanwhile, was still sprawled on the floor and getting medical attention from the team doctor. Sit stood at the bottom of some steps, watching helplessly.
The ref then made his decision clear by saying to McHale, “You’ve been ejected, please leave the court right now.”
Two security guards walked onto the court to escort the coach off the floor to boos raining down. Sit finally got past security to join the other assistant coaches on the bench and took a seat.
“This is nasty,” Sit said, shaking his head.
Mark Moore nodded and passed Sit a notepad, “You want to help coach the rest of the team?”
Sit smiled, “Don’t mind if I do!”
“Ok, we’re losing by eight points and there’s still about three minutes left,” Sit told the players, “We can do this guys.”
Garnett was slouched over in his seat as he rested his sore body after being hit forcefully by Tim Duncan. Eddie Griffin didn’t look too interested in what the General Manger had to say.
“What do you know about basketball?” Griffin rudely interrupted.
Sit took a glance at Griffin, “Look, if you’re such a smart ass, why don’t you stop playing and have a smoke?”
Griffin seemed offended and threw his towel on the ground before storming for the change rooms. Sit was a bit shocked as he remembered his time in Atlanta with Al Harrington.
Sit pretended to laugh, “Ok guys, let’s win this game! Wally, Kandi, Troy, Marko and Mark. You guys are on!”
Mark Madsen who was still in his track pants looked surprised, “Me?”
Sit pointed at him, “Show us what you got big guy!”
Madsen stood up to run on court before Moore shouted at him, “Take your track pants off!”
Madsen looked down and ran back towards the bench trying to yank his pants off while running and fell over. The crowd who had seen him laughed as Mark Madsen’s image was quickly put up onto the Jumbotron. Mark Moore hit himself in the forehead and sighed.
Moore looked at Sit, “Why are you sending him on? He’s a spastic.”
Sit shrugged, “I thought we needed someone who could bring some energy out there.”
Moore then sighed even louder, “He’s still a retard.”
Play began once again with Madsen wearing his jersey back to front.
The Wolves made a brilliant attempt of a comeback, getting within a basket of the Spurs before the more experienced Spurs were put back in front, out of reach, thanks to two late treys from Bruce Bowen. The Target Centre crowd started to dwindle as the full time buzzer sounded with the Spurs winners in the 103-98 victory. The Timberwolves trudged into the locker room and quickly got changed before preparing to meet the media throng. Not surprisingly though, there were no beat writers or sports journalists waiting to interview them. Everyone had congregated outside to talk to the ejected Kevin McHale and Eddie Griffin who had walked out on his team. Before the team was allowed to leave, Sit had Mark Moore make everyone stay for his talk to them.
“I’ve talked to all of you this past week,” Sit started, “And I’m happy with how our team is. Thanks you boys for a spirited comeback tonight and hopefully, we can win our next game!”
Sit dismissed the team before walking out to look for McHale. As Sit left through the door of the team’s locker room, a bunch of microphones and tape recorders were shoved into his face. Everyone started to simultaneously ask Sit questions so he asked them to quieten down and ask a question one at a time.
“Will Sit, why did you send Eddie Griffin out of the game tonight?”
Sit was a bit stunned by the question, “I didn’t. He decided to leave himself and I will be dealing with that matter in the near future.”
“Do you feel that Griffin might have a bad relationship with you, much like how Al Harrington didn’t like you in Atlanta?”
Sit laughed, “I don’t want to speculate on anything and I really shouldn’t care. With the Hawks, it was my fault for trying to manage Harrington’s ego. I’m only the GM and my job isn’t to try to manage anyone’s ego.”
“Will there be any trades going down soon as there’s only a few days before the trade deadline?”
“I’m sorry but I can’t tell you guys much. But I can say that there are a few trades I am considering. I’m sorry but I have to be going now as it’s late and everyone needs to get home now.”
Sit retreated for the exit as the flashes of cameras were left behind and Sit. He left the stadium and got into his car. Sit took his mobile phone out of his pocket and rang McHale.
“Hey Kevin, I hope everything is alright,” Sit said to him.
McHale sounded angry on the other end of the line, “You have no idea.”
Sit tried to change the topic, “So these trades I was thinking about. I think we need to discuss them more carefully.”
McHale seemed to agree, “We will talk about it tomorrow at midday in your office. I will get Mark and the other coaches to come.”
Sit told him he would be there and hung up. As he drove his car out of the parking lot to drive to the hotel he was staying in, Sit thought to himself, This team causes one hell of a headache.
“Welcome to Minnesota!”
Will Sit and Flo Ruf walked onto the Target Centre floor and shook hands with former Wolves GM Kevin McHale; soon to be Head Coach.
“I’m glad to be here Mr McHale,” Sit replied coolly.
McHale handed Sit a folder and said to him, “I guess General Managing duties are all yours Sit.”
Sit took the folder and smiled, “Thanks and I would like to introduce you to my friend Flo Ruf who will be our new scout.”
“Nice to meet you,” McHale said to Flo.
Flo nodded, “Nice to meet you too sir”
Sit then said to McHale, “So Casey didn’t take his sacking too badly?”
McHale shook his head, “I hope not but its business around here. I wanted to coach this team and he’s done a bad job so it was time to fire him.”
“Good luck then and I’m sure we will keep in touch,” Sit happily exclaimed, “Oh and also, which players wouldn’t you mind cutting?”
McHale thought for a moment, “I would have said that the whole team but Kevin but the way he’s been acting up recently makes me think that the whole team could be expendable.”
Sit nodded and took a note of this in his head, “Well, seems like I got a lot of work to do around here!”
Sit sat in his new office watching a recording of the Timberwolves last game. During that game, Kevin Garnett would be held to single digits and the Wolves would lose by 23 points. On the large screen, Garnett was hit hard as he went up for the bucket and he pulled himself off the floor slowly. Glaring at the ref who was calling the foul on him, Garnett barked something at the official.
The commentator announced to the fans at home, “And Kevin Garnett has been hit with a technical.”
Garnett, on screen, was shaking his head as he walked off the court.
“This is a horrible blow out loss for the Wolves,” The commentator continued, “It’s tough to lose every game in the NBA. The Wolves now drop to six and fourteen.”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Sit pointed his remote at the widescreen television and switched it off. Kevin Garnett walked through the door.
“Kevin,” Will said, “I’ve been waiting to see you, take a seat.”
Sit was conducting player interviews as his first job as GM, trying to gauge how his players felt with the team.
“Thank you,” Garnett said as he sat down.
“Kevin, how do you feel about the season so far?” Sit asked him.
Garnett thought for a moment, “It’s going alright although we could be winning a bit more. I mean, I don’t have many years left and I feel that if the Wolves aren’t going to play at their best in my prime, there’s no point in staying.”
Sit was a bit surprised, “You really want to move out of here?”
Garnett shrugged, “Well, if we can’t win, I would rather play with a contender.”
Sit nodded, “I see what you’re saying but the Wolves need you. You’re having another MVP season; do you think you could wait till next year so that we can get help for you?”
Garnett shook his head, “I’m honestly unhappy with the direction of the franchise. I want to win now and during this season. I guess it’s too late to make the playoffs but I think that if we were to have a winning record for the next two months or so, team morale would be a lot higher.”
“So you have a problem with the team because our roster isn’t that deep and that the morale is low?” Sit asked him.
Garnett nodded, “I don’t want to be a pain or anything and I’m not criticising you but I feel that this team could be better than we are. In so long, morale hasn’t been this low.”
Sit smiled, “Don’t worry mate, I will try and do my best. One thing though, what do you think of a trade?”
“A trade wouldn’t be that bad I guess,” Garnett conceded, “Depends where I go.”
Sit nodded and said to him, “Well Kevin, I will see what I can do but I can’t promise that I can trade you out of Minnesota at all. And I don’t want to trade you away because you are the face of our franchise but we will see what the future holds.”
Garnett got up and put his hand out to Sit to shake, “Thank you for talking to me sir.”
Sit shook his hand, “Keep up the good work, you’re doing great.”
As Kevin Garnett left Sit’s office, Sit put his arms behind his head and sat there. He was thinking of places to send his players.
The Wolves players practised on the Target Centre floor as Sit walked past. It was game day and the team was shooting around as some of the players joked with each other playfully. Rookie guard Rashad McCants took a shot from beyond the arc but failed to let the ball go as Michael Olowokandi swatted him from behind. Coach McHale laughed out and pointed at the big man.
“That’s the first shot you’ve blocked in years, do it in the game!”
Garnett was sitting down near the home bench and Sit approached him.
“Big game today hey Kev?” Sit said.
Garnett looked at Sit, “You like talking to your players don’t you?”
Sit laughed, “It’s my job buddy. I have to get to know you guys better.”
Garnett nodded as Wally Szczerbiak walked over and sat down next to Sit.
“Wally, how’s your foot feeling?” Sit asked.
Wally looked down at his foot and responded, “It’s feeling alright. I’m not starting though.”
McHale then yelled out for Sit to talk to him at mid court. Sit got up and strolled up to halfway where McHale and his three assistants were standing in a circle.
“How’s the trade talk going?” McHale asked Sit.
“It’s going fine,” Sit said, “I think I might be able to send Kevin Garnett to Los Angeles.”
“The Clippers, yeah, they need him,” McHale said.
Sit corrected him, “The Lakers actually. I’m trying to get Lamar Odom, Kwame Brown and Chris Mihm. Might be worth it.”
McHale was sceptical, “No, I don’t think so.”
Sit just smiled and quickly added, “Well, what do you guys think of Ricky Davis?”
McHale yelled, “You’re not trading Garnett for Ricky Davis!”
Sit laughed and quickly waved his hands in front of McHale’s face, “No, no, no - I want to send Wally to the Celtics.”
McHale looked at his assistant coaches who mumbled to each other and before long, McHale turned back to Sit, “We’re interested, we will talk about this more later.”
“Over here!”
“Pass it!”
“Pass the damn ball!”
The crowd was going crazy as the Wolves fell behind for the first time of the night late in the fourth quarter. Garnett was sitting nicely on 32 points while holding Spurs big man Tim Duncan to 13. Trenton Hassell was doing a surprisingly good job on Manu Ginobili while Marko Jaric kept Tony Parker in check. Still, the defending NBA champion Spurs were slowly creeping back behind a 22 point effort from sixth man Nick Van Exel.
McHale looked like he was about to pull his own hair out after Szczerbiak was hit with a technical foul for swearing at the ref. Everyone in the stands stood up to boo as Parker calmly sank a free throw and put the Spurs ahead by three. The Spurs then quickly got the ball back in play, popping it down low into the post to Tim Duncan who used the pivot to get into position for an easy bank off the glass.
“Tim Duncan!” the PA man shouted into the Arena’s PA system.
McHale was prancing up and down the sideline screaming at his players, “Get the ball to Kevin! No, don’t go yourself! Shoot if you’re open!”
Sit sat in his seat, shaking his head. Memories of the Atlanta Hawks came flooding back and he immediately got out of his seat to move down closer to the floor just in time to see what happened next. Garnett was called for a foul after Duncan went up for a shot, kneeing Garnett in the process. It looked like a charge but the ref called a block. The ref blew his whistle, dismissing the Wolves players who were arguing his call. McHale erupted and walked onto the court, pointing at the ref. Sit tried to get to the court but security stood in his way, blocking him from entering onto the court.
McHale was screaming at the ref, “That was a charge, Kevin got hurt.”
The ref seemed to ignore McHale before blowing into his whistle and signalling another technical foul. This time it was McHale’s and the ref signalled for the second official to come onto the court to discuss what was going on. Two of the assistant coaches were finally holding McHale back from doing anything stupid as the crowd began to boo even louder. Garnett, meanwhile, was still sprawled on the floor and getting medical attention from the team doctor. Sit stood at the bottom of some steps, watching helplessly.
The ref then made his decision clear by saying to McHale, “You’ve been ejected, please leave the court right now.”
Two security guards walked onto the court to escort the coach off the floor to boos raining down. Sit finally got past security to join the other assistant coaches on the bench and took a seat.
“This is nasty,” Sit said, shaking his head.
Mark Moore nodded and passed Sit a notepad, “You want to help coach the rest of the team?”
Sit smiled, “Don’t mind if I do!”
“Ok, we’re losing by eight points and there’s still about three minutes left,” Sit told the players, “We can do this guys.”
Garnett was slouched over in his seat as he rested his sore body after being hit forcefully by Tim Duncan. Eddie Griffin didn’t look too interested in what the General Manger had to say.
“What do you know about basketball?” Griffin rudely interrupted.
Sit took a glance at Griffin, “Look, if you’re such a smart ass, why don’t you stop playing and have a smoke?”
Griffin seemed offended and threw his towel on the ground before storming for the change rooms. Sit was a bit shocked as he remembered his time in Atlanta with Al Harrington.
Sit pretended to laugh, “Ok guys, let’s win this game! Wally, Kandi, Troy, Marko and Mark. You guys are on!”
Mark Madsen who was still in his track pants looked surprised, “Me?”
Sit pointed at him, “Show us what you got big guy!”
Madsen stood up to run on court before Moore shouted at him, “Take your track pants off!”
Madsen looked down and ran back towards the bench trying to yank his pants off while running and fell over. The crowd who had seen him laughed as Mark Madsen’s image was quickly put up onto the Jumbotron. Mark Moore hit himself in the forehead and sighed.
Moore looked at Sit, “Why are you sending him on? He’s a spastic.”
Sit shrugged, “I thought we needed someone who could bring some energy out there.”
Moore then sighed even louder, “He’s still a retard.”
Play began once again with Madsen wearing his jersey back to front.
The Wolves made a brilliant attempt of a comeback, getting within a basket of the Spurs before the more experienced Spurs were put back in front, out of reach, thanks to two late treys from Bruce Bowen. The Target Centre crowd started to dwindle as the full time buzzer sounded with the Spurs winners in the 103-98 victory. The Timberwolves trudged into the locker room and quickly got changed before preparing to meet the media throng. Not surprisingly though, there were no beat writers or sports journalists waiting to interview them. Everyone had congregated outside to talk to the ejected Kevin McHale and Eddie Griffin who had walked out on his team. Before the team was allowed to leave, Sit had Mark Moore make everyone stay for his talk to them.
“I’ve talked to all of you this past week,” Sit started, “And I’m happy with how our team is. Thanks you boys for a spirited comeback tonight and hopefully, we can win our next game!”
Sit dismissed the team before walking out to look for McHale. As Sit left through the door of the team’s locker room, a bunch of microphones and tape recorders were shoved into his face. Everyone started to simultaneously ask Sit questions so he asked them to quieten down and ask a question one at a time.
“Will Sit, why did you send Eddie Griffin out of the game tonight?”
Sit was a bit stunned by the question, “I didn’t. He decided to leave himself and I will be dealing with that matter in the near future.”
“Do you feel that Griffin might have a bad relationship with you, much like how Al Harrington didn’t like you in Atlanta?”
Sit laughed, “I don’t want to speculate on anything and I really shouldn’t care. With the Hawks, it was my fault for trying to manage Harrington’s ego. I’m only the GM and my job isn’t to try to manage anyone’s ego.”
“Will there be any trades going down soon as there’s only a few days before the trade deadline?”
“I’m sorry but I can’t tell you guys much. But I can say that there are a few trades I am considering. I’m sorry but I have to be going now as it’s late and everyone needs to get home now.”
Sit retreated for the exit as the flashes of cameras were left behind and Sit. He left the stadium and got into his car. Sit took his mobile phone out of his pocket and rang McHale.
“Hey Kevin, I hope everything is alright,” Sit said to him.
McHale sounded angry on the other end of the line, “You have no idea.”
Sit tried to change the topic, “So these trades I was thinking about. I think we need to discuss them more carefully.”
McHale seemed to agree, “We will talk about it tomorrow at midday in your office. I will get Mark and the other coaches to come.”
Sit told him he would be there and hung up. As he drove his car out of the parking lot to drive to the hotel he was staying in, Sit thought to himself, This team causes one hell of a headache.
Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:35 am
Nice story man, don't trade KG please!