These rookies naturally get together during breaks, and they also have common topics.
"Can someone tell me when I'm going to finish my damn strength training! My draft information says I'm a point guard! Not Shaquille O'Neal!" Mo Williams poured water into his mouth.
, shouted to the few guys around him who had the same problem.
"I'm not Shaquille O'Neal, but now my bench press weight is 160kg! Every time I press, I feel my anal sphincter is spasming! And Charles Oakley's old dog keeps standing with a shovel.
Across from me! I think I should get insurance on my balls!" Eddie Griffin was lying on the side like a corpse.
"I'm just a small forward. My bench press now is 150kg, and I'm still white!" Luke Walton said while holding a water bottle.
"Man! Your dad is Bill Walton! You should have great ideals! For example, surpass his achievements in the NBA instead of complaining to us here!" Mo Williams interfaced.
"What about you, Spanish boy, how do you feel about this summer?" Gerald Wallace patted Jose Calderon on the shoulder and asked.
"It's very good. It's completely different from the training method in Spain. The pace here is faster and the training intensity is more intense. But I can still accept it, but I really can't stand the fact that I have to listen to the trainer's endless trash talk during training!"
Jose Calderon said.
"Me too, I've been hit in the face countless times by that guy passing the ball. Sometimes I feel like I can't feel the existence of my nose at all. Check it out for me. Is it dented?" Gerald Wallet
Shi said with a smile.
"Why is Kok still moving?" Jose Calderon said, looking at Kok Hinrich who was doing shooting practice in the distance.
"That guy hasn't found his place yet and thinks of himself as the boss of our group of guys. I've never had a good impression of this kind of unsociable guy! And he can't be the boss of the Knicks. Alan Houston will kill him.
." Eddie Griffin said motionless while lying on the floor, not thinking at all that he was the most unsociable guy in the Rockets.
"Me too, I think if he wants to be the boss, he should come over and tell jokes for us. I will like him more." Gerald Wallace said.
"I think we should fight back against such cruel training. How about I pay $500 and the rest of you chip in $1,000 and we place an advertisement in the Chicago Post?" Eddie Griffin sat up and said
Looking at a few rookies.
Seeing those guys hesitating, Eddie Griffin shouted:
"Do you want to be trained like lying on the bed with a corpse every day, without even having the energy to read a Playboy pictorial? Let me tell you! This damn training has made me not take care of my little brother with my hands for five days! Because of this
Training! I haven’t even been able to go out and date a girl this summer! Damn it! I’m still a virgin!”
"What kind of advertisement do you want to publish?" Luke Walton glanced at the Black Dolan people in the distance and asked in a low voice.
"It's not an advertisement, it's using the advertisement space to write a piece of news to prank them! We told the American people in the "Chicago Post" that the famous NBA trainer Tim Graver is actually an alien because he was accidentally
I found a short tail on his butt, like a rabbit-like hairball tail! The discoverer was Charles Oakley, because he installed a miniature camera in Tim Graver's toilet, that's it! I guess I must have gotten this news.
Someone will come here to interview them! Maybe someone will ask that bastard Tim Graver to take off his pants to prove in public whether he has a tail! Think about it, how exciting that would be!" Eddie Griffin said excitedly...
.
"Maybe if Charles and Tim knew it was us who did it, they would kill us and hang us from the clock tower in Chicago! I think they would do that!" Jose Calderon, being an honest boy, said hesitantly.
"Eon! Spanish boy! We are in this together! We are the oppressed! We have to fight! We have to fight to have the strength to jerk off! We have to fight to not be trained to be wild boars! We have to fight for my spasmodic sphincter.
Fight!" Eddie Griffin would have stood up, waved the flag and shouted if it wasn't for his lack of strength.
"Okay, I'm with you!" Gerald Wallace extended his fist and hugged Eddie Griffin.
And then there’s Mo Williams: “I don’t want to be a wild boar!”
"I don't want to be exhausted from running back and forth! I want to go back to the room and watch a movie instead of falling on the bed and passing out!" Luke Walton also bumped fists with Eddie Griffin.
"Okay, I have nothing to fight, but I choose to stand with you." Jose Calderon raised his fist and bumped with Eddie Griffin.
"Do you want to tell our leader?" Mo Williams glanced at Kirk Hinrich in the distance and asked.
"Let's stay away from the good boy. Last time I chatted with him, the guy actually expressed shock that I masturbated. Guys, who can tell me what he did to solve problems for his little brother before he was sixteen?"
Di Griffin said.
"I think we should change the topic! Eddie! I'm shocked too!" Jose Calderon rubbed his hair and said.
"We are a team! I decided that when training is over, I will take you to my house! You know what? I have every game console on the market! I bought six TVs! You will love it! Awesome
! And, for the first time, I discovered that apart from you, I don’t seem to have many friends in this league! You are the only one who chooses to stand by my side!” Eddie Griffin said, looking at a few rookies.
"I don't have many friends in this league, so that's no big deal! But it's different now! Right, Mo!" Luke Walton glanced at Mo Williams and said.
"certainly!"
"Okay, boys, we are brothers! So who is willing to buy a hamburger for me! The huge consumption has made my stomach the first to start a revolution!" Gerald Wallace said.
"Jose! Of course it's Jose!" Mo Williams said immediately when he saw Gerald Wallace looking at him.
"Why me!" Jose Calderon looked at Mo Williams: "You and I have just entered the league, why do you want me to buy it!"
"Man, because you are Spanish and because you want to blend in with Americans! Start by buying burgers for your American friends! I want a burger too! A big one!" said Mo Williams.
…
In the distance, Blake Dolan looked at Eddie Griffin and others talking non-stop, and said to Patrick Ewing:
"It seems that they communicate well, and this training seems to be effective!"
Patrick Ewing glanced at Kirk Hinrich who was still training:
"However, having a child has obviously turned them into rubbish. Cork has very strong self-discipline, or in other words, a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder."
"Normal performance, every kid who wants to be a big shot in this league has a little bit of it, but it also shows me that he doesn't get along well with those guys. Since he likes to practice in Chicago so much, in the new season, I
His wish will be granted." Black Dolan said with his arms crossed.
"New York fans will kill you!" Patrick Ewing said nearby.
