by Cruzerr on Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:18 am
Well, my life in Milwaukee just got better. The fans love me, coach loves me and my teammates love me. Posting 98 points a game really helps your rating around the town. With the next game being against the Lakers, I am pretty sure that facing Kobe Bryant would get me even more skill. I was pretty eager to face them.
It was a Sunday morning, as usual, I went jogging. Got back home, took a shower and made myself some breakfast. The training always starts at 10 AM, but everybody knows that I am at least 9 AM there, shooting free-throws. But the hall was quite empty, only me and Brockman were there. Hey Brock, Where is everybody? I really have no idea, go check with the coach. He really aint no player, so I thought that I would send him to do the work, but given that he might fail with the task and I am the team leader, I went to look for the coach myself.
I got to the coaches office, but the door was open. It might not sound unusual, but Skiles never leaves his door open, I mean NEVER!I wanted to enter but I heard some-kind of yelling from there. There was two voices: one was the coach, I recognized him, but the other one was familiar.
So we are moving??
Not if you can lead this team to the finals.
What the fuck were you thinking, were you drunk?
Let me put it like this: Have you ever been High as Fuck?
And you made this bet with who?
Jerry Reinsdorf. I remember even signing some kind of documents. He is a god-damn lawyer for crying out loud!
Wait, where is this team going when we are going to lose?
To.....
"Say whatever you want, m*therf*cker. Just say my name"