During A Practice..."God... Shaq still thinks he's the best." said Amare.
"I know." Responded Richardson "Walking around this gym like owns everything here. Telling us what to do, like we're rookies out of high school.".
"Hey" said Nash "What are you guys talking about?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Amare quickly blurted out.
"Just tell me, what's going on here?" Nash responded in a annoyed tone.
"Really" Richardson said "There's nothing going on.".
"That was a close one." Amare said when Nash left. "I like Nash as a friend but he's too rightous. Always wants the team to like EVERYONE.".
"I'm betting you half the scrubs here hate us." said Richardson.
WHISTLE
"Hurry up slowpokes!" said Coach Porter. "We don't got all day."
"Now that you're all here, we're going to start a little practice game. Richardson and O'Neal! You go on the right side........"
During the Tip-off.."Jason!" Yelled Shaq "Come over here!".
"What do you want!?" said Richardson in an angry tone.
"I want you to give me the ball in the post the first couple of plays. There's no way the other team is going to stop me.".
Richardson walked away and got prepared. His team won the tip-off and they passed it to him. Shaq was signalling for Richardson to pass. Richardson threw the ball towards Shaqs face.
"My bad, bad pass". Richardson told Shaq.