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Patrick Ewing served as the Knicks' summer league head coach, taking Luke Walton, Mo Williams, Jose Calderon and Kirk Hinrich to Las Vegas with this rookie team.
Several undrafted rookie players were also selected to join. The University of Florida's Udonis Haslem, Marquis Daniels and Ronald Dupree were all on this team because they were told that if they performed well in the summer league
, Greenville's strongest team affiliated with the Knicks will sign them, so that they at least have to worry about going to play somewhere in the United States.
Eddie Griffin, who was supposed to travel with the team to summer league, was absent, and assistant coach Charles Oakley also did not appear in Vegas.
The Knicks' press officer, Tina Leslie, explained that they took a leave of absence from the team and missed two summer league games.
…
"Charles! Where are you taking me? This car looks cool!" Eddie Griffin asked, sitting in the passenger seat of the expensive Cadillac Datz SUV driven by Charles Oakley.
"I like you! Boy! I heard that you shot a policewoman in your truck? That's so cool!" Charles Oakley said casually while driving the car.
"That's okay. I was released on bail. They said I was driving drunk. I don't care! In the United States, as long as I pay enough fines, I will be fine! Money society! As long as I have money!" Eddie Griffin stared at the interior of the car.
Decoration said.
"How much money do you have left?!" Charles Oakley suddenly slammed on the brakes and turned around, shouting with a ferocious expression.
Charles Oakley was startled by the sudden change of face! Eddie Griffin looked at him with some confusion:
"What's wrong with you, man?"
"Your little salary is not even enough to buy me a bottle of red wine! Stop showing off your pitiful salary in front of Daddy Oak! Your little money! It's just enough for you to go back to Philadelphia and go to your bastard who is still living in the slums.
Friend is bragging! Don’t you know why you came to the Knicks? Do you think the Knicks are pursuing you? Pursuing the most talented big man rookie in 2001? Not anymore! You are Kurt Thomas and Kevin Cato
Addition to this deal! You are no longer the future of Houston! You are dumped! Asshole! Because you act like an idiot, is a rookie contract worth a poor kid like you losing your life goals? Oak old man in front of you
Dad wouldn't even spit on a contract that was quoted less than five million per year!" shouted Charles Oakley.
"What are you talking about!" Eddie Griffin puffed up his chest and fired back at Charles Oakley.
"Yeah! **Now my impression of you is a little better! At least because I scold you, you won't put your head in your crotch like a bitch! Let's continue driving, I feel better." Charles.
Oakley turned around, started the car, and drove on.
"Where the hell are you taking me! Stop the car! You old dog!" Eddie Griffin growled from the passenger seat.
"If that guy Blake hadn't told me to be gentle with you, I would have thrown you into the Florida swamps to feed alligators! **With that little salary, I can't even afford my car! I hate it.
Talk to a pauper, especially a young pauper!" said Charles Oakley.
Eddie Griffin reached for the steering wheel and yelled, "Get out of here! You bastard! I'll fucking kill you!"
Charles Oakley stopped the car, grabbed Eddie Griffin by the collar, and said word by word:
"**Better be quiet, or I'll break your fucking legs! Let you crawl back to your hometown in Philadelphia! I swear, I will do that!"….
After saying that, he loosened his collar, pushed him back to the seat, started the car, Eddie Griffin shook his head frantically, and stared at Charles Oakley with unyielding eyes! Like an irritated baby
Tiger! But in the end, he chose to lean on his seat and remain silent.
On the highway, a huge sign reminds you, Welcome to Philadelphia.
…
"This is my home! Hey!" Eddie Griffin couldn't help shouting again after entering Philadelphia:
"Why are you taking me back to Philadelphia?"
This time Charles Oakley didn't shut him up: "Go meet the Knicks head coach!"
"Is that James Dolan's son, the youngest head coach Blake Dolan? What is he doing in Philadelphia?" Eddie Griffin said.
"He is now in St. Ounis Cemetery No. 1. Do you know how to get to that place?" Charles Oakley glanced at him and asked.
Eddie Griffin was silent for a moment and said: "Turn left at the intersection ahead and see the church. There is St. Ounis Cemetery No. 1."
"He came to talk to a person or a ghost or something like that. Did you know that your head coach has a background in psychology? That kind of person is always mysterious. You haven't talked to him?" Charles Oakley said while driving.
said.
"At the press conference, he didn't even look at me. It was assistant manager Sam Presti who was talking and shaking hands." Eddie Griffin seemed unable to remember his impression of Blake Dolan, only that guy.
He looks very young, wearing a decent black suit and smiling stylizedly at the camera.
"Of course, for a rookie like you, whose total assets are less than 4 million, to appear at a press conference with a guy with an inheritance of 2.5 billion U.S. dollars, it is already God's gift to you. You can treasure that photo.
, that means that a poor guy like you is the closest to wealth in this life." Charles Oakley said.
In St. Ounis Cemetery No. 1, Charles Oakley walked in front, looking at Eddie Griffin whose steps were getting slower and slower. Old Oakley turned around and cursed:
"**Are you waiting for me to drive you? Hurry up! Poor guy! You are asking a multi-millionaire to accompany you! There is a billionaire waiting for you in the distance! This treatment is comparable to that of the president!"
Then, Eddie Griffin saw, standing in front of the familiar tombstone, the young Knicks manager he had seen at the press conference, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand and looking at the photo on the tombstone.
The tombstone reads, "The grave of Powell Griffin, the printer (like the cover of an old book, the gold dust has fallen off, and the writing is blurred. He lies here and has been eaten by maggots. But the book itself will not disappear, just like
As he believed, after revision and revision by the author, it will surely have a new, more beautiful version available - his dearest brother, Eddie Griffin.)"
As if he heard the footsteps of the two people, Black Dolan turned around, looked at Eddie Griffin who seemed to have no courage and walked forward and said:
"eon! Eddie, come here and talk to your brother about what happened in the past two years since you entered the league."
