by Fresh8 on Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:00 am
Chapter 27
“What the…” Ty cursed, and then was lost for words.
Ty froze. The team trainer and assistant coach both turned around to see why Ty had stopped following them. They saw an man in his 40s there with the young Stealth player. Ty did not move, he just stood there still as a rock.
“Hey son,” the man addressed Ty.
Ty sounded irritable, “Don’t call me that.”
“Oh come on!” the man laughed, “Reshawn son, you can’t hold a grudge your whole life.”
Ty took a step towards his father, “You want to bet?”
His old man took two steps back, “I’m back son, and I’m here for you.”
“And what? Take my money for you addictions? What you on now? A gambling debt? Or is it drugs again?”
“No no,” the older Tyson stated, “I’m clean son. I cleaned up my act for you.”
Ty shouted, “That’s bullshit! Where were you when Tay was sick? Where the fuck were you when mom in hospital?”
“You told me to stay away!”
“You never even tried to be there! You didn’t make an effort!”
“I’m sorry!” his father exclaimed.
“Sorry does not fix anything!” Ty cut back at him, then clenched his right fist and pulled his arm in the air.
The assistant coach quickly stepped in between the two, “Ty, what’s wrong?”
“I’m his father.”
“You’re not my fucking father. I never had one my whole life!” Ty screamed back at him, tears starting to roll down his cheeks.
Security had stepped in at this point, “Sir, you’re not authorized to be here. This is a secure point.”
The older Tyson was pleading with Ty, “Son, forgive me.”
He was then led away by security and to his seat. The team trainer took Ty back to the change room to calm down. Ty walked in and threw his towel on the floor and sat down next to the locker. As the team trainer watched on, Ty buried his head in his own arms and started to break down.
“That’s what I’m talking about kid!” Rasheed Wallace had the widest grin as he bumped fists with Kevin Durant.
Durant had made a foray to the hoop and was fouled on his way up. The ball gently rolled on the rim then through it. Good for two points and another free throw as Lamar Odom was called for the foul. Sheed was having a ball out on the court.
“Lamar, you’re being soft again,” Sheed yelled over at Odom as Durant lined up at the charity stripe, “You’re letting Kevin score on your ass. Play some defense man! Or are you getting too old?”
Odom continued chewing on his gum and glared at Sheed. Sheed flashed a huge grin towards Odom as Durant took the free throw. It was a swish and the Stealth returned to set up their defense on the other end. Ty sat quietly on the Stealth bench. He’d been having a bad game and looked out of sorts. George Karl did not know why.
“Ty, are you alright son?” Karl asked him.
Ty nodded, “Yes sir.”
“Get your head back in the game!”
Ty pouted and got up, “Yes sir.”
Karl quickly scanned the court, “Go on for Bassy.”
Ty pulled off his jacket and threw on the bench and jogged up to halfway. The whistle blew as Durant was called for a foul. Ty ran onto the court as Bassy came off. On the next play, Ty hit a long two. A few minutes he would have a rim rocking dunk. As he backpedaled back down the floor, the Stealth bench was cheering noisily but he looked emotionless. The euphoria of such a big play would usually have him bouncing up and down and in anticipation of the next time he would touch the ball. Tonight though, he was feeling numb and powerless as an old part of his life that he did not want to revisit was back.
* * *
“No!” Mrs Tyson shouted.
Her husband was drunk again and this time trying to grab a necklace he had given her years prior. He needed to take it to the pawn store. He really wanted to smoke but did not have money. He was desperate.
“No! Don’t take it!”
He hit her. She shrieked in pain. Mrs Tyson hit the floor hard. She had a cut on the side of her face. She shook uncontrollably on the ground as he stood over her, necklace in hand. She cried. He left.
“Mom…” eleven year old Ty had come out of hiding, he was in his room.
Recognizing that he needed to stop her wound from bleeding, Ty ran to the bathroom and grabbed toilet paper and bandages. He used the paper to wipe the blood off her face and gently laid the bandage across the cut. They were lucky it wasn’t deep. She sat up and tenderly felt the side of her son’s face, tears rolling down her cheeks. Ty was crying too; he hated seeing her in pain.
“Mom…” Ty could not even think of what to say, “Mom…”
She hugged him then held him close. Mother and son sat in the living room. The silence was peaceful yet terrifying; they did not know when Ty’s father would return.
Later that night, Mrs Tyson tucked Ty in bed, “Promise.”
Ty hated promising to lie but he did, “I won’t tell anyone at school about this.”
Mrs Tyson smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “Good. Your dad’s a good man Ty.”
She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
* * *
The atmosphere at trainings was much more light-hearted after the addition of Rasheed Wallace. Sheed was mumbling something to the guys as they sat together at the side of the court after a scrimmage.
“You know, when I was your age man,” Sheed bumbled on and on, speaking to no one in particular, “I was touching the top of that backboard. And I was schooling Scottie Pippen. You heard right, I was schooling Pippen.”
Kidd interjected, “Was this Pippen with the Bulls or was this when you guys were on the same team?”
“This was when he was with Portland boy,” Sheed then chuckled, “Yeah, I was schooling him all day long.”
Bogut laughed, “Wasn’t he like 35 or something back then?”
Sheed shot Bogut an angry look, “What are you saying boy?”
“He was 35. It’s like you taking on Kevin right now,” Bogut stated, “Don’t tell me Kevin couldn’t jump over you right now. You’d have no chance against him.”
Durant looked over and shouted, “I’m going to play your ass out of this gym Sheed.”
Sheed defended himself, “Oh yeah? You want to take me on right now? One on one boy.”
Durant got up, “Would be glad to!”
“But wait, let me finish the story.”
Durant sat down again and the others listened in, “I didn’t know what age he was back then but I schooled one of the top 50 guys in NBA history. That’s what I’m talking about. Tell me since when did one of you guys played and schooled one of the top 50?”
“Jason took on Shaq,” Trevor Ariza pointed out.
“Yeah,” Sheed replied, “And got dunked on like every play!”
Kidd retorted, “I didn’t get dunked on.”
“Pippen was 35!” Bogut yelled; some of the guys started a debate on how old Pippen would have been.
“See, none of you have!” Sheed triumphantly stated.
“What’s your point?” the injured Raja Bell asked.
“My point is,” Sheed thought for a moment, “If you want to be the best, you got to beat the best. So that means, since I beat Pippen and I beat him every day, I am a top 50 player.”
Everyone laughed.
“What?” Sheed asked.
“Dude, you beat an old guy who probably couldn’t even run,” Bogut laughed even harder, “That doesn’t make you a top 50 player!”
Sheed said, “Hey man, you can hate but if you want to be top 50, then you got to beat me.”
“I will take you on,” Bogut accepted the challenge.
“Hey, I was first!” Durant quipped.
Sheed got up, “But not today boys, Mr Top 50 has got to go get some rest for the game tomorrow.”
“Mr Top 50 doesn’t even start games around here,” Chris Wilcox called out, high fiving Ariza and DJ White.
Sheed walked towards the exit of the gym and turned around, “Y’all can hate but it’s only because I am Mr Top 50!”
Sheed flexed his biceps and nodded his head before walking out the door.
Bassy turned to Kidd and said, “He’s really wack ain’t he?”
Kidd was still laughing, “He’s been watching too much Moses Chara.”
The end of February came around quickly and the Stealth found them on a six game winning streak. With six weeks left, they were clinging onto hope that their form would help them get into the playoffs.
“A playoff seed was not even considered doable two months ago,” Sit said to Karl at halftime of the Seattle-Miami game, “George, I’m very proud of what you have done with this team.”
Karl acknowledged Sit’s kind words but was not in the mood to talk. He headed into the change room to join his team. Miami, first place in the Eastern Conference, had a 20 point lead on Seattle. Sit slipped into the room to see what Coach Karl had to say to his players. The players all had their heads down and Karl was in the middle of the room.
“What do you call this?” Karl questioned, “Do you call this basketball?”
Durant spoke up, “If you let me do my thing, we would be up by now!”
His teammates glanced at each other; some of them had had enough of Durant.
“Kevin,” Karl challenged his star player, “For once, please shut up!”
“Old man, don’t tell me to shut up!” Durant jumped up with both fists clenched.
Kidd quickly got up and jumped in front of Durant, “Hey, calm down!”
Karl was fuming, “Boy! You sit your ass back down. Do you want to be benched again?”
Durant was swearing and pointing at Karl in a menacing manner, “Bench me? Bench me? You kidding me?”
Then it was DJ White’s turn, the young big man stood up and defended his coach, “Kevin dude, shut up for once! Coach is doing his job!”
Andrew Bogut threw his cup on the ground, “Kevin’s right, Tyson is shooting us out of this game. You see those stupid layups he puts up? For once man, take a fucking proper shot or pass the ball!”
White quickly turned to face Bogut, “Stay out of this!”
Bogut shoved White and White did the same back. Chris Wilcox, Trevor Ariza, and Rocky Akonnor pulled the pair apart. By now, another melee was starting on the other side of the change room.
“You want to bench me huh?” Durant was shouting at the top of his lungs, “You got to take me out first!”
Durant pushed Kidd out of the way, Kidd fell awkwardly and twisted his ankle. The veteran was holding onto his ankle in pain. Durant lunged at Karl before Reshawn Tyson jumped in the way and threw a punch in Durant’s face. Durant then returned the favor. In all the commotion, Sit was still standing in the doorway; shocked. Everything had happened so fast and now Durant and Ty were wound up in another fistfight. White was being restrained by Akonnor and Wilcox but Bogut got himself loose and charged at Ty, tackling him onto the ground. It was a fiasco as the assistant coaches and player staff tried to pull everyone away from each other. George Karl shook his head and was led away by two of his staff members as Sit looked on.
“Oh man, you’re as good as gone!” Durant threatened Ty as the two were being pulled away from each other.
Ty was cursing at Durant. One of the team trainers walked through the door, followed by Sheed. Sheed was standing in the doorway with his drink bottle in his hand, he sipped water out of a straw. He looked to see both sides of the change room divided.
“Mr Top 50 is in the house!” Sheed announced.
He sat down in Karl’s chair in the middle of the room.
“What happened here? A fight or something?” he chuckled to himself, absolutely clueless, as he kept sipping from his bottle.
He then looked at Durant who had a swollen black eye and Tyson who was shaking his head and walking in circles. He then looked at Kidd who was nursing his ankle. The room was silent.
“Oh, this is awkward.”
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Fresh8 on Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:12 am, edited 1 time in total.