by Fresh8 on Sun Nov 14, 2010 8:09 am
Chapter 20
George Karl stood in the doorway and walked into the boardroom.
“Wow, I didn’t know this place was so nice,” Karl stated.
“Why’s he Head Coach?” Durant demanded to know.
“Coach Karl knows how to get the best out of Iverson. We think AI would listen to Coach Karl as well. Coach Karl knows this team and he used to coach all of you. We think he would help you guys get back to the NBA Finals,” the senior board member justified the decision, “We’ve been thinking about this for a while. We just needed a position for Coach Sit to fill. We didn’t want him in any other organisation.”
“How are you going to keep him from quitting?” Durant was intrigued.
“You’re not going to like this.”
“What do you mean?”
The senior board member explained to him, “Sit gets full authority of front office movement. He calls all the shots off the court.”
He was right; Durant wasn’t happy.
“He’s going to be pissed about me,” Durant was concerned, “This is my team. What if he tries to trade me away.”
“Don’t worry,” Coach Karl said, “I will make sure that he doesn’t.”
“You better man,” Durant was panicking.
The senior board member reiterated to Durant, “We will make sure he doesn’t.”
Sit received the call. He dropped the phone as he heard the news.
“George Karl has been reinstated as Head Coach of the Seattle Stealth.”
Sit was pissed off.
“But you are back as General Manager.”
Ok, Sit was better than Isaiah Thomas but he didn’t want to be fired from the sidelines just like that. And to have his assistant take his place. Sit was furious.
“This is crap!” Sit had yelled on the phone, “Look at what I did for this team!”
“You were warned about this.”
“We got to the West Finals. We were in Game 7. What else did you want? We were the best team in the league.”
“We think that Coach Karl can get more out of the team.”
Sit couldn’t say anything; he wanted to keep his job after all.
“There will be a press conference this afternoon at 3pm. Be there.”
Sit was now getting into his car to drive downtown. The meeting with the board would come first before he would be introduced to the media as the Stealth’s GM again. So many thoughts were going through his mind as he sped past traffic and wanting to get there at breakneck pace.
“Sit! Welcome.”
Sit did up his tie as he walked into the boardroom. Durant and Karl were seated there with the board.
“How long have you been here?” Sit asked the pair of them.
Karl indicated to him, “An hour or so.”
“So this was a decision made just now?”
The senior board member answered, “No. This has been our thinking for a while now. We just decided to pull the trigger today. Water Mr Sit?”
Sit declined, “Why are you guys taking me out of coaching?”
“We thought that you would be better suited in the front office. Look, we were a bit sceptical about you two years ago but now we know how well you worked as a GM. We want your genius back upstairs.”
“Something tells me that my return to the front office comes with some conditions?” Sit was speculating.
“You’re smart,” one of the board members mentioned, “This is why we want you upstairs.”
Coach Karl turned to Sit, “We need you to resign AI.”
Sit was about to burst out laughing, “Come on! Are you kidding with me? Iverson? Old and washed up Iverson.”
Karl was serious, “Yes.”
The senior board member stated, “Iverson will sell tickets. He will keep team’s profile up.”
Sit argued, “This guys is a cancer. No one is going to win with him on the team.”
“We’ve made our decision,” the senior board member replied, “You got to sign him. Your reward is that we are allowing you to use as much money to resign Reshawn Tyson. We’ve been impressed by him.”
Durant was about to jump out of his seat with Karl holding him back. This was more to Sit’s liking.
“My latest indications from last week are that he isn’t interested in staying here,” Sit stated.
“Well, you’ve got to work harder then.”
Sit asked them, “You’ve got a deal for now. I will stay on as GM. If something better comes out though, I think you would understand my reasons for wanting to leave this franchise.”
The senior board member already had plans to tell other team owners not to go near Sit but played along with Sit, “Definitely. You have our word but we would really like you to stay on until after the Draft at least.”
Sit stood up and leaned forward across the table. His left hand held onto the tip of his tie so it wouldn’t touch the dip that was on the table. He reached his right hand out to shake the hands of the board members.
“It’s a pleasure to do work with you guys,” Sit felt defeated.
Durant wasn’t satisfied but he was halfway to getting Sit out of the door in Seattle.
Sit and Karl sat next to each other in the press conference. Durant was also present but was separated by the senior board member. The issue of the sale of the team was discussed as well as Sit’s appointment as GM and Karl’s as Head Coach. Sit put on a show to spare the Stealth of any drama.
“I’m happy to be back in the front office,” Sit said, “I know that not many guys get the opportunity to work in both capacities as GM and Coach. I’m lucky that this franchise has faith in me to perform in both roles. I wish Coach Karl luck as he inherits this team off of me.”
Sit spoke of what he was looking forward to, “The Draft is always exciting. I’ve been out of the loop so I will need to meet with our scouts but I am looking forward to following and selecting rookies for this team. We have three picks in the upcoming draft so it’s pretty exciting. As for free agency, we will see what we can do.”
“Do you think that now you are in the front office, you can convince Reshawn Tyson to stay?”
Sit answered, “I will try my best. We will have a backup plan if Tyson doesn’t come back, it’s not the end of the world.”
Coach Karl was happy that he would be back on the sidelines, “Coach Sit was great for the team and really put us back on the right track. After two years with less stress on my hands, I think I’m am really reenergised for this job. My challenge will be to get us as competitive as we have been in the past two years.”
* * *
Sit had been working his connections to see if he could find any job openings. He didn’t understand why no one wanted to really talk to him.
“That son of a bitch,” Sit said to himself as he thought of the possibility that the rest of the league had heard some ‘bad stories’ about him.
He was in his office watching tapes of prospects in the Draft. No one really stood out to him; this was a weak pool of prospects. The Stealth didn’t have decent picks anyway – the last pick of the first round and two second rounders. The chances of finding a diamond in the rough in this draft was going to be pretty tough. Sit didn’t mind though as he still had Jao Wu and Senso Rancati on the roster whom he didn’t really play at all. They were essentially rookies. His main priority would be free agency. Coach Karl had been invited in to discuss possible signings.
“If we don’t get Ty back, we do get our mid level exception,” Sit said to Karl, “I’m just thinking of who we could go after.”
Karl suggested, “Raja Bell?”
“We got too many at that position. I’m thinking of going after a big man. I’m thinking Andray Blatche.”
“Wizards?”
“Yes.”
“He hasn’t done much,” Karl wasn’t impressed, “I think we go after a veteran.”
“Our options are limited. I think he’s within our price range and the upside is he’s 10 years younger than the other options we have.”
Karl asked, “Are there any other moves you’re thinking of?”
“I’ve got some up my sleeve,” Sit said.
Suddenly, Sit’s phone rang. It was a private number.
“Hello?”
“Am I speaking to Will Sit?”
“Yes.”
“This is James Dolan’s assistant. Mr Dolan would like to speak to you.”
“Oh wow... right now?”
“He’d like to meet you sometime next week in person.”
“I will be there.”
“Thank you.”
Sit hung up and saw Karl had been intently trying to listen in.
“Who was that?” Karl was curious.
“Just an old mate,” Sit replied with a grin before continuing talk of the upcoming Summer.
Sit arrived in the Big Apple. The Knicks had sent someone to wait for him at the airport and he was quickly escorted into a car and taken to Madison Square Garden. Dolan was waiting for Sit in one of the corporate suites. Champaign and Sit’s favourite Oysters were waiting for him in the room. Sit walked in, dressed in his best suit and a navy blue tie.
“Mr Sit,” Dolan extended his hand, he was sitting down waiting for him.
Sit walked over and shook it, “Nice to meet you sir.”
“Nice to meet you too. Go get a glass of champaign son, then we will talk business.”
Sit sat down and set his glass on the table, “How’d you know I liked Kilpatrick oysters?”
“One likes to get some research done when they want someone to work for them. This is my welcoming gesture.”
Sit was impressed.
“I’ve heard some bad things about you recently,” Dolan stated, “But I think that it’s best for me to meet you in person. An NBA executive of your calibre is always worth a look into if you’re free to work anywhere. I think those nasty things were just a deterrent for teams to pick you up.”
“Nasty things?”
“Let’s just say negative rumours,” Dolan chuckled.
Sit was a bit confused, “Ok...”
Dolan continued, “Let’s get things clear. I want you to work for me.”
“I’m listening.”
“But you have to bring Reshawn Tyson with you. I know that you have a great relationship with him. I think your firing as head coach was a sign from above. I think Tyson should be a Knick.”
Sit retorted, “I wasn’t fired.”
Dolan ignored him, “We’ve been trying to get through to Tyson but he’s still hesitant. I think you would be the final piece of the puzzle. You can help us bring Tyson.”
Sit thought it all sounded good and all except for one thing, “So you want to sign me to bring Tyson. Not because you want me to be whatever you want me to be?”
Dolan was frank, “I’m helping you out and you will be helping me. I’m prepared to pay everything to get you out of your contract with the Stealth as long as you come here and work for me as general manager.”
Sit could sense that the old man was desperate, “I will think about it.”
“What is there to think about?”
“Fine, sweeten the deal.”
“How?”
“Make me Coach as well.”
Dolan was a bit taken back, “Um...”
Sit striked, “Do you want me or not?”
Dolan raised his glass, “This is to our future working relationship.”
Sit raised his glass and clinked Dolan’s.