by Fresh8 on Mon Feb 02, 2009 9:21 am
Chapter 9
General Manager Will Sit was conducting end of season meetings with his players. It was a long and tedious process as Sit had to go through what he thought of the season, what he expected for the following season, and then thank them for their services. He also made sure he knew what his players would be going over the off-season and encouraged them to hone their skills regularly over the break. Sit had spoken at length to Russell Westbrook and Adam Morrison. He was aware of their altercation in the Staples Centre change room the week before.
“I don’t want that to happen again,” Sit had told both of them on separate occasions, “You are lucky we were able to cover up most of the details. If anyone knew the true extent of what happened, we would not be talking like this right now.”
Both players didn’t show much remorse for their actions but Sit knew that they got the point.
“Bring in Kevin,” Sit told his secretary over the phone.
Kevin Durant was lucky last to enter Sit’s office; it was planned.
“Good afternoon sir,” Kevin Durant was polite as he sat down opposite Sit.
Sit took a sip of water, “Kevin, how are you?”
“Not bad.”
“This was quite a season huh?” Sit stated.
“I guess so,” Durant nodded.
“Water?” Sit offered.
Durant declined, “No thank you.”
Sit got straight to the point, “I didn’t expect the team to do so well and the fact that we were right in it for a playoff berth impresses me a lot. I’m not blind Kevin and I know that you were a big part of our success.”
Durant smiled, “Thank you.”
Sit then paused, “But just because we had a winning start doesn’t mean that there won’t be changes.”
“No sir,” Durant replied in order to let Sit knew he understood.
“Kevin, I’ve decided that there will be a couple of big changes soon to help us shake up the roster. I just want to know that you are prepared for whatever happens in the near future,” Sit explained.
Durant was a little speechless as he began to worry, “Sir, if this is about last week…”
“Kevin, last week’s incident is in the past. I was very disappointed about your actions,” Sit said, “But I will have to be frank. My mind was already made up on shaking this team up.”
Durant didn’t want to sound too upset, “Yes sir.”
Sit then smiled and stuck his hand out to Durant, “Look, I just want to congratulate you on a brilliant second year with the team. I want to thank you for helping us compete and no matter what happens, you are always welcome to come to me with any troubles.”
Durant shook Sit’s hand and thanked him before getting up and leaving. Sit’s secretary saw Durant leave the office and she thought to herself, That was the shortest meeting he’s had all day.
The Seattle Stealth’s playing roster had all gone on holiday but the front office was still at work. It was the time of the year where the scouting team would assemble all of their notes on players they had been keeping an eye on. The Stealth needed help in the front court. They were hopeless on the glass and needed an inside presence.
“Chris Wilcox and DJ White are great,” one of the Stealth scouts was telling Sit, “Brad Miller is good too but these guys are so soft. We really need a player who can finish and work on the boards.”
Sit agreed with that notion but stated how there were a few special players in the Draft he wanted to have a look at; not to mention that he thought just about every position on the team roster needed improvement and depth. He informed his scouts to get in contact with the agents of college stars such as Moses Chara, Donnell Lawrence, Barney Steele, Stanley Mayo, Harvey Morrison, and Reshawn Tyson. These were only just a few names of expected lottery picks. For all Sit knew, the Stealth would be selecting anywhere between first and fourteenth in the upcoming Draft and he needed to know the particulars of everyone and anyone who could be selected in that range. Once players were finished working out for the team, Sit and his scouts would be able to assess each player and rank them in their positions and overall. For Sit, organization was key because on draft night his team would only have limited time to make a decision on who they would draft.
“We need to make sure we rank every player,” Sit reiterated to his scouts who were hard at work, “I want to know who is better right now and I want to know who we think will have potential to become better in the future.”
There was a knock at the door and someone opened it. Gary Payton stood in the doorway.
Sit saw him, “What are you doing here?”
“I want to discuss my contract,” Payton answered.
“We’re sort of busy right now,” Sit explained.
“I’m not leaving.”
Sit rolled his eyes, “Fine. Let’s go to my office.”
The pair walked to Sit’s office where Payton took his seat. Sit was pacing back and forth.
“Gary, I’ve already told you that I’m not going to sign you up again. This team is going in a different direction and we really need a coach who knows what they are doing.”
Payton threatened Sit, “Don’t forget that I own this team.”
“Correction! You own less than half of it. You don’t have any right to get me fired. You will need the board to agree with you and I’m sure that they are pleased with how I am doing right now,” Sit retorted.
“The board will agree with me,” Payton sneered, “Just wait and see.”
“It’s not going to happen,” Sit laughed.
Payton got up and thumped his hands onto Sit’s table, “You haven’t seen the last of me. Expect a letter telling you that your job is over!”
Payton stormed out of the room as Sit reached for a glass and filled it up with rum. He took a sip and smiled. He put the drink down and grabbed his phone, “Hello?”
It was one of the members on the Stealth board; Sit continued, “Hey, Gary Payton just came into my office. It’s your turn to sort it out for me.”
Gary Payton had arranged for the Seattle Stealth board to meet him for lunch. They listened to him whine and complain about GM Sit for an hour.
“You guys need to be on my side and get rid of him,” Payton pleaded.
“I’m sorry Gary but we think he has a point,” one of the board members said.
Another added, “You got to put your personal problems with him aside and work for the better of this team. If he can really sign Mike D’Antoni, I think the Stealth will win more games next season.”
Payton was furious, “What has he done to bribe all of you? I can’t believe this!”
Payton grabbed the half empty bottle of wine from the bucket of ice and smashed it onto the edge of the table. The bottom of the bottle shattered and Payton was holding it by the neck. Payton pointed it at the men he was dining with.
“You better do something about it,” Payton yelled, “I own half the team! If you don’t get rid of that clown, I’m going to have to do it myself.”
At this stage, the board members and other patrons of the restaurant had got out of their seats and started bolting for the exit. A security guard raced out to try and calm Payton down. Payton knew he had gone too far and threw the shattered bottle at the guard before racing to a window. He threw a chair into it and jumped out. Since he was on the ground level, he was able to make a quick escape before more security entered into the dining area to try to restrain the former All-Star.
Kevin Durant was at home when there was a knock at his door. It was Russell Westbrook.
“What are you doing here?” Durant questioned Westbrook, “Come to say sorry?”
Westbrook had a smirk on his face, “What makes you think I came to say sorry? I have something to show you.”
Westbrook whipped out his mobile phone, “Take a look at this.”
Durant took a look at the screen. It was a video and in it was Westbrook, “I don’t want to see your face.”
Westbrook was trying to not laugh, “Just wait for it.”
Durant was speechless. He was stunned. He could hear giggling in the sound of the video and immediately recognized the semi naked girl in it.
“You didn’t…” Durant was clenching his fists.
“That’s what you get. That’s what you get for being a jerk!” Westbrook took the phone away from Durant’s view, “Yeah that’s right. I slept with your girl and she was good. We had a great time.”
Durant swore loudly and took a step forward as Westbrook inched back.
“It was so good that I’ve been seeing her all of this week.”
“Get out of here! Get out of here now!” Durant was on the verge of breaking down; he didn't have any fight in him.
Westbrook bolted as Durant slammed the door. Tears were starting to swell in his eyes. He couldn’t believe his girlfriend would have cheated on him with his team mate. Durant’s back was to the door as he slid down and crouched. He fought back tears before running around the house, breaking anything he could find.
“911, state your emergency please.”
The 911 operator was trying to make out what the voice on the other end of the line was trying to say, “Can you speak up please?”
Whoever was making the call stammered into the phone, “I t-think there’s been a suicide attempt. Dude’s not moving…”