by Pistol on Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:32 pm
Chapter 1
I
Kobe Bryant looked up at the scoreboard. The score was 97-96 with only 29 seconds left. The number one seeded San Antonio Spurs were beating the Los Angeles Lakers in game seven of the first round of the playoffs. The Lakers were lucky to squeeze in to the playoffs one game ahead of the Jazz. Bryant was exhausted. The Lakers had lost Antawn Jamison in game five of the series and everyone had to play extra minutes because of it. Everyone was exhausted from this series, including the Spurs. The Spurs were out to a 3-0 lead in the series, but the Lakers battled back. Bryant knew it was possible to win this series.
Pau Gasol inbounded the ball to Bryant. Bryant dribbled the ball at the top of the key and looked Manu Ginobli in the eyes. Ginobli always had this intensity in his eyes. Bryant hated Ginobli’s suffocating defense. Manu’s hands were always in his face. It annoyed Bryant. Now Bryant stared at Ginobli’s face. Ginobli had sweat pouring down his face. His hair sucked to his scalp because of the wetness. He breathed heavy and his mouth hung open. He was playing heavy on his own left foot, expecting Bryant to crossover and go to the left. Bryant the figured he would take Ginobli to the left anyways, giving Ginobli the feeling of having the upper hand. It would make him aggressive. The clock ticked down to 9 seconds, giving Kobe four seconds to shoot. He hesitated to the right and spun back to the left and drove towards the lane, Ginobli only a half a step behind Bryant. Once Bryant reached the elbow he stepped back hard and Ginobli flew right past him. Bryant rose up and sank the shot as the buzzer went off for the shot clock. The Lakers took the lead 98-97.
Bryant didn’t have time to celebrate. Five seconds were left on the clock and the Spurs had no time outs. They inbounded quickly to Tony Parker and he rushed up the court. Four Seconds. He passed up to Ginobli at the three point arc, Metta World Peace went or the aggressive interception but miss judged it. 2 seconds. Ginobli pump fakes brining Nash off his feet and Ginobli drives to the basket. One Second. Ginobli rises up and throws up a floater. The Spurs fans go crazy. Ginobli throws his hands in the air as Tim Duncan picks him up. Ginobli sank the game winning shot. Bryant buried his face in his jersey. What a disaster of a season.
II
Eric Thorne sat in a leather seat in the waiting room. He was to meet the Buss family today and interview for the Lakers General Manager Job. Eric was an older man who spent a lot of time at the helm of the UCLA Bruins, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. His hands had become somewhat clammy. If he didn’t get the job, it would be life like normal, but he couldn’t help but be excited. The Lakers are arguably the most storied franchise in the NBA. Eric grew up a Lakers fan and now he was interviewing to control the teams every move. The door opened and the young secretary led Eric in to the conference room. Thorne turned the corner and the secretary shut the door behind him. When Eric looked at the opposite end of the conference room table he was shocked. The Buss family did not sit at the other side.
Mitch Kupchak sat at the other end of the table. Mitch stood up, “Sit down Mr. Thorne. May I call you Eric?”
Eric was a confused, Mitch was supposed to be fired. He tilted his head when he spoke back to Mitch, “Uhm, sure.”
Mitch laughed and sat down with Eric. Mitch appeared to sense the confusion from Eric and spoke up, “You probably are wondering why I am here. So I wasn’t fired. You were told that to see if you would speak to the press about it. The Buss family and I like to make sure people that we hire in to the organization know how to keep information close hold.”
Eric felt like he was on a realty show.
Mitch continued to speak, “The news of my firing didn’t get out, so you passed that test. We have heard great things about the work you did at UCLA. Everyone talks about your amazing eye for talent and your skills in getting players to come play at your program.”
Eric smiled, “It’s not hard to talk a player in to playing at UCLA. The tradition runs deep there. Coach Wooden is more responsible for that than I am.”
Mitch nodded his head in agreement, “A humble man as well. As you are aware, the great Dr. Buss passed away this year. The rest of the Buss family maintains ownership of this organization, but their skills in managing this organization will never match that of Dr. Buss’s skills. Due to this they have appointed me as president of basketball operations as well as some additional duties having to do with finances.”
Eric realized this meant one thing…
Mitch slid a piece of paper to Eric, “That means the General Manager job is open and we would like you to fill this position… I would like you to fill this position. Here is your contract.”
Eric looked over it. The contract was for three years at $1,500,000 a year. He would be in charge of personnel moves for the Lakers, with supervision from Mitch Kupchak. That was kind of a catchall clause in order to keep Kupchak the man in Los Angeles. Eric was used to not being the head honcho. He had to answer to a head coach at UCLA and was fine with answering to Mitch. He looked up and smiled at Mitch. Without hesitation he signed the paper. Mitch stood up and extended his hand to Eric, “Welcome to the Los Angeles Lakers.”