by Fresh8 on Sun Aug 20, 2006 12:51 pm
Chapter 22
Sit was in the Wolves’ changing room down at the Target Centre after a team training session. He grabbed a few notes and videos, stuffing them in his bag. He took a ball and left the room and entered into the corridor.
“Hey Sit!” someone shouted.
Sit turned and saw Peter Robertson walking out of the men’s bathroom, “I done this man.”
Sit smiled, “That’s good man!”
Peter walked up closer and Sit joked, “You really smell man!”
“Dude,” Peter wasn’t smiling, “I want a better job or I will quit!”
“You can’t quit man, I was thinking of giving you a promotion too!” Sit said to him.
“You mean, I’m just being tested?” Peter asked.
Sit answered, “Yeah, it’s not like I’m going to give you a fully awesome job without seeing if you work hard.”
Peter nodded, “Man, that’s sweet. When’s my promotion?”
“Well, soon. You just got to sign your work contract. Come with me to the office.”
Sit led Peter to the office and found the paperwork, “Make sure you read the conditions and the fine print man. You happy with it?”
Peter quickly pretended to glance through it and took the pen off the table, “It’s great, I want my promotion soon though. I just hate this current job and tell the caterers not to sell Tacos anymore because people don’t like going home to do their business.”
Sit laughed, “I will pass that recommendation on.”
Sit reached for his bags and took the newly signed contract, “I’ve got to get on my flight so I will need to go now Peter.”
Peter moved out of the office first, “Thanks a lot Sit!”
“No worries Peter,” Sit said, “You’re doing a great job and I’m sure that you will soon get to clean the women’s bathroom too!”
“What?” Peter looked surprised, “Women’s bathroom?”
“Dude, that’s your promotion!” Sit said before walking away down the corridor.
Peter dropped his gloves on the ground and mumbled, “My promotion…” before cursing loudly, “Sit- I’m going to kill you!”
The Red team led by 2 going into halftime at the Portsmouth Invitational Final. The Black team were in a huddle as the coach was going through their set plays. It had been five days of intense training sessions and pick up games so that NBA scouts and other international scouts could assess the players. A tiny Point Guard led both teams in scoring with 22 points so far. Flo was impressed.
“That’s Keydren Clark,” Andrew Watson said, “My sister likes good old Kee Kee; it’s a pity he’s too small and all he does is shoot.”
Flo nodded and noted it down on his clipboard and asked Mark, “So why’d you come up here?”
Mark laughed, “Sit’s a fool. He decided that he’s going to coach the team tonight against the Suns in Phoenix, so he sent me here to get me out of the way.”
Andrew asked, “You seen anyone you like Coach?”
Mark shook his head, “You know man- all these guys are either undersized shooting guards or ‘wannabe star players’ trying to prove their worth. Only a handful will even be taken in the second round.”
Andrew agreed, “Well, it’s tough even to try to spot the diamond in the rough.”
As play resumed, Keydren Clark put his team ahead as he scored three jumpers in a row and put his Red Team up by 8 points. The scoring run continued as Keydren scored and whenever he didn’t, it was off a pass of his. Before long, the Red team had a commanding 19 point lead.
“You know Andrew,” Flo said, “This Keydren guy could be good.”
Andrew thought for a second, “No, he’s a very fringe second round player. We could sign him as an undrafted rookie after the draft and save our time with him. Remember we will be at least holding a mid round pick.”
“That’s true,” Flo said before looking back at his notes.
Flo had compiled a list of point guards and centres that he wanted to scout on the last day of the tournament and so far none of them were having a great day yet.
“Kosi Sadler hasn’t done much has he?” Mark asked Flo, “I know he’s a dude you like.”
“He’s not having the greatest game so far but he’s been strong all tournament,” Flo replied, “Andrew, give me your statistical analysis.”
Andrew nodded and looked at his notes, “Sadler’s averaging 12 points per game and has 3 assists per game. He’s good closer into the hoop but lacks range on the three point shot and he does lack court awareness and isn’t that great a defender.”
Srbija then asked, “So where’s he from?”
Flo responded, “He’s played for Florida and played point guard. He averaged 15 points and 4 assists in his senior year.”
“And that big man down there,” Flo pointed, “Is Matthias Lovell. He’s a senior from Maryland.”
“Yeah,” Andrew excitedly cheered, “I love the Terps!”
Mark laughed and asked, “So what can he do?”
Andrew was quick to answer, “A good scorer inside and that’s about it. He’s averaging 10 points here on 70 per cent shooting but he’s grabbed 7 boards a game but he’s still undersized at 6’10”.”
Flo then added, “He’s that plus he only averaged 6 rebounds a game last year but he did score 17 points a game in his senior year.”
Another player just scored a teardrop over a much bigger player and Srbija pointed, “Hey, I know him! That’s Manfred!”
“Another undersized shooting guard,” Andrew said while shaking his head, “He’s got potential though and seems to have more court smarts than Keydren Clark.”
Flo then said, “He’s not what we’re looking for I guess but he will probably be drafted late second round.”
“He went to Tennessee and averaged 17 points, 6 rebounds and 5 assists.” Srbija said.
“He’s not that great though and I heard he got attitude problems plus there’s a reason why he’s going to drop to the second round,” Andrew said.
Flo continued for him, “He was banned for half the NCAA season you know?”
Srbija nodded, “Yeah, dope.”
“Exactly,” Flo said, “Well, I’m pretty annoyed that there’s noone we can draft around here. Only other guy I really think would be ok is probably Augustine Ragsdale. He’s a point guard from Airizona State.”
“What can he do?” Mark asked.
Andrew answered, “He can shoot and dribble. More of a shoot first type player but he did well in college. He used to play a lot with Eddie House actually because they both went to the same college and believe it or not- high school.”
“Yeah,” Flo said, “Eddie House played against him as a Freshman and back then, Augustine made the Varsity as a freshman in high school. Quite amazing and he had a lot of potential. He sort of stopped improving though so he’s definitely a known commodity.”
“He averaged 20 points last season but that’s about it,” Andrew added.
“Interesting bunch of guys,” Mark noted, “But I don’t like any of them.”
“I will just show Sit what we got,” Flo said to them.
Andrew then warned, “Don’t mention Keydren Clark to Sit. We don’t want him.”
On the court, Keydren had walked off to sit on the bench after reaching 52 points and with the Red team leading by 28 points.
The young Alex Buckley was annoying Sit on their charter flight to Phoenix.
“Hey Boss, what about we hold a fan day every week?” Buckley asked excitedly.
“Man, will you just shut up?” Sit scolded.
Buckley went silent before beginning again, “What about we sponsor more firms so that we get in more advertisements?”
Sit sighed and got out of his seat to go to the back and get himself something to eat. Buckley followed him and Sit opened the fridge.
“We can open up a fast food chain!” Buckely said.
Sit took a can of soft drink and shook it up, “I told you to shut up but I’m feeling nice. Here, have a drink.”
“Thanks boss,” Buckley said and took it.
Sit turned around, grabbed a slice of cake and went back to his seat. He then heard a faint click as Buckley opened the can.
“Who shook this up?” Buckely screamed out.
The New York traffic was nasty and Reshawn was late for his appointment with Nike but it was all right as the company was fortunately in a rush that day and everything was running late. Reshawn waited outside the office of the man he was about to meet. The door opened and Moses Chara was limping out. Chara looked at Tyson then limped past him; Tyson didn’t want to say anything to him either.
“Come in Mr Tyson!” the man inside the office said, “So you’re ready to sign the deal?”
Tyson laughed, “Am I ever not ready for anything?”
“That’s a good slogan Tyson,” the man said, “We’re using that!”
Tyson looked puzzled, “What?”
“You just gave me the idea of your new shoe’s slogan we can use on advertisements. Reshawn Tyson- Ready for anything. It’s perfect!”
Tyson smiled, “I get my own shoe?”
The man tapped his pen repeatedly on his desk, “Well, not really. You’re going to share a shoe with Moses Chara.”
“What? Him?” Reshawn blurted out.
“I thought you would react like that,” the man said, “But I will say the same thing I said to Chara. Take the deal or leave it because I’m not dealing with kid’s play here.”
Tyson reluctantly ended up signing the deal and leaving the office with his agent. He had to rush to the hospital to check on his brother.
“Reshawn!” Mrs Tyson yelled in happiness, “Tay is going to have the operation in the afternoon!”
Reshawn hugged his mom and asked, “For real mom?”
“It’s for real,” Dr Khalid said to him, “Just make sure you have the money.”
Reshawn’s smile was then flipped upside down, “Well, the truth is sir. I don’t have the money yet.”
Dr Khalid asked, “You don’t have the money?”
“No…”
“Well then,” the doctor slowly said, “I’m afraid this can’t go on then. You have to pay for it or someone else will have your place. I’m sorry.”
“You can’t do this!” Reshawn began to crack, “My brother is dying in there!”
“I’m sorry but you have to have the money.”
Reshawn pushed the doctor into the wall as Mrs Tyson began to cry. Nurses rushed up to try to separate the two as Reshawn had basically lifted the Doctor off the ground by an inch or two.
“All you people care about is money man. You cam out of the hood too, you know how fucking hard it is just to get by! You can’t just watch a brother die can you?” Reshawn asked angrily.
A familiar voice then cried out, “You no good son of a bitch!”
It was Rocky Akonnor, Reshawn’s best friend was ducking low so he wouldn’t hit his head on the ceiling. He came up and pulled the doctor’s collar.
“My best friend has worked hard all his life and you won’t help him because he doesn’t have any money?” Akonnor shook his head at the whimpering Dr Khalid.
“Let go of him!” another man then shouted.
Reshawn looked to the side and let go of the doctor and Rocky pushed him into the wall and stared at him before walking to the side of the corridor. Reshawn was back at his mom’s side holding her shoulders and comforting her. The man who had stopped the two boys walked up to the doctor who was in shock.
“I’m Alex Sotirov,” the man introduced himself, “I’m Reshawn’s agent. I will arrange the payment for the operation so you need to do all the transferring and do it quickly.”
Dr Khalid nodded and quickly ran away as Alex yelled, “Be smarter next time!”
As the small crowd of people watching was dispersed Alex shook Mrs Tyson’s hand and introduced himself.
“Reshawn,” Alex said to him, “Your brother will have the surgery. I will pay for it alright?”
“I need to repay you,” Reshawn said.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you will in a few month’s time.”
“You are a good man,” Akonnor said before turning to Reshawn, “I’m glad I signed Alex as my agent.”
Reshawn then lit up, “You’re coming too?”
Akonnor laughed, “Of course bro!”
Reshawn gave his friend a high five, quickly hugged him and joked, “Bad boys for life!”
The Wolves ended up losing to the Suns in a blow out and Will Sit led his team back onto the plane. It was the end of the season for the Wolves as they would have a prolonged break to think about what went wrong over the season. Eddie Griffin was one of the players whose future with the Wolves was looking a bit ‘iffy.’ It was late and a storm was beginning to form that night in Minnesota. Griffin hopped into his car and started it up. It began to rain heavily and lightning struck in the night sky. Griffin shook his head before lighting a cigarette and popping open a bottle of straight rum. He took a swig of his rum before driving off. Griffin had his music blaring loudly as he put on his little TV in his car. Griffin laughed at Chris Rock on the screen before winding down the window to throw his cigarette out the window. Rain pelted in so he quickly wound the window back up and made his wipers go a bit faster. The thunder roared as he tried to see what was in front of him. The road was pretty dark as he suddenly turned to his right. He couldn’t see much in front of him. Griffin tried to get his bottle of rum but dropped it.
“Damn!” he cursed and foolishly let go of the wheel to try and retrieve it.
Suddenly there was a loud noise as if he had hit something and Griffin looked up and severed to his left. He quickly put his foot on the break and looked behind. Griffin looked in his mirror to see something dark lying on the ground.
* * *
Police were quickly taping off the area the morning after the storm. The rain during the night had done a bit of damage but this wasn’t any normal damage. Detective Vince Thompson shook his head and took notes on the body lying on the ground.
“He got hit pretty badly,” Thompson said to a mate of his.
A witness was answering questions nearby and Thompson overheard what he was saying, “I saw someone get out of the car but I chased but couldn’t stop him,” A young man said.
Thompson walked over, “What did he look like?”
The young man then paused before answering, “He was pretty big and I can’t really remember but he was wearing a suit but that’s all I saw.”
“Can you recognise the car?”
The young man nodded and Thompson asked him, “Can you please come down town so we can ask you some more questions please?”
In his first day of work with the Minneapolis police department, Vince Thompson had found his first case.