Chapter 1: June 18, 2011I sat at my desk staring down at a new contract. I was very nervous and I kept twirling my pen in my hand. I looked up at the clock, only a couple minutes until Chauncey Billups was going to step into my office. This is a big decision for the organization. This plan needs to work if we are going to compete for a championship next year. Everything I have planned this coming off-season is based off of this decision. Finally the phone rang and I answered it, “Yes Candice?”
“He is here.”
“Send him in.” I stood up and wiped my hands off on my pants to get the sweat off. Billups opened the door and we shook hands. I looked at him, “Chauncey, great to see you my friend. I we have a lot to talk about.”
Billups, “We do, we do. I’m hoping that we can get this all taken care of.”
We sat down at the desk and I looked down at the contract once more before speaking up, “Obviously we are going to decline the team option on your contract. Paying you fourteen million next year would make it impossible for us to bring in new personnel.”
Billups, “Absolutely, we talked to my agent right?”
This is the hard part, “I did and I understand you guys are asking for a little over nine million. After how much help you gave us last year, you definitely deserve that money. I don’t want to take away what you meant for us last year. You are a vital part of this team and I want you to be running the floor again for us next year.”
Billups, “And I want to stay here as well.”
I could feel my palms getting sweaty again, “The thing is we have plans this off-season. These are moves that are going to help us get past the first round of the playoffs and compete for a title next year. We know you’re time is running out and you aren’t looking to just play to get in the playoffs. We know you are playing for a championship. We can give you that competition, but I can’t give you nine million.”
Billups smile faded as he continued, “How much are you offering exactly?”
I hesitated, “Seven million on the dot. This figure gives us extra money to bring in veteran help.”
Billups looked as though he had mixed emotions. Anger, disappointment, and even some confusion. He looked around for a second and then looked back at me, “You tell me I earned nine million, but you only want to give me seven. That doesn’t make much sense.”
I had a feeling I would hit a wall, “I know, it’s a fucked up situation. That’s what I have to try and work out with you because of our salary. I give you nine then we can’t upgrade in all the necessary places.”
Billups stood up, “I’ll have to think about it.” Billups turned around and walked out of the office. That’s not how I wanted this to happen at all. It doesn’t seem like he is going to go for it at all. There aren’t any good veteran point guard free agents this summer that will help us. Toney Douglas isn’t ready to be a pure point guard yet. Without Billups we are very well headed out in the first round again.
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Carmelo Anthony’s doorbell rang. Anthony’s wife Lala and his son were sitting on the couch enjoying some pizza they had just ordered. Anthony looked at Lala, “He is here, you mind giving us a few minutes babe?” She smiled as she got up and went upstairs with their son. Anthony went and answered the front door and Billups stood there. Anthony shook his hand and invited him inside. They went and sat in the living room, “Have some pizza man, we ordered way too much.”
Billups grabbed a slice, “Thanks bro.”
Anthony, “How you been?”
Billups, “I don’t know man. I hate off-seasons when you don’t have a contract. Never know what to do you know what I mean.”
Anthony, “I haven’t been through it, but I’m sure it’s a tough time.”
Billups, “I just don’t know what to do. I’m sure you invited me over here tonight to try and talk me in to staying with you guys too.”
Anthony laughed, “You know me too well.”
Billups, “Well I guess I can let you talk my ear off and try to convince me.”
Anthony smiled, “Look Chauncey, you have made me a better player. Since you came to Denver, you taught me how to be a better team player. You helped us in the playoffs and you have even gotten me to play some defense.” They both laughed, “I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. I can’t imagine this team without you at the point. You are such a passionate player on the court; it rubs off on the rest of us. I know changes are coming this off-season, but the one thing we have to keep is you. I can’t say that I know what you are going through because they didn’t ask me for a pay cut. I’m not going to say it’s an easy decision for you, but I will promise you one thing. If you come back I will do everything in my damn power to make sure we get deep in those playoffs. I still fill the sting of getting worked by Chicago last year. I’m tired of being that player that can’t get deep in the playoffs. The only time I did was with you. This team is a much better team with you and I want you to win another championship.”
Billups stopped eating and looked up and Anthony. Billups new his time was running out, he only has a couple years left in the league. He wants another championship just as bad as Anthony wants his first. Billups is a competitor and he will always have that fire. “All I ever have wanted to do is win. It’s never been about the money and I shouldn’t have let it get in the way. To tell you the truth, I just don’t know how deep this team can get.”
Anthony, “I know that man. A lot of people question how deep we will get, but I know that this group of guys is hungry for a championship. They have filled me in on some moves they plan on making too. We are going to have a whole brand new half of the team. They are even bringing in _______.”
Billups smiled, “Are you serious?”
Anthony, “These guys are serious about winning man. We are going to have a good opportunity to do so.”
Billups stood up, “Alright Melo, you are slick with them words. I’m in, but no slacking this year. We gotta do this.” Anthony jumped up and shook his hand.