The March Madness schedule is enough to drive every coach crazy, at least Blake Dolan thinks so. After defeating Duke, he and the Princeton Tigers only have one day to adjust, and then they will fight again, and the opponent
It's the Syracuse University Orangemen, who are eyeing the championship.
"This damn schedule is enough to drive everyone crazy!" Blake Dolan glanced at the ashtray filled with cigarette butts next to him, rubbed his face vigorously and said, "I swear I never want to see any NCAA games again in my life!
Can you imagine? Five thousand dollars! Let me be like a stupid donkey, dragging the team forward! They gave me this heavy work at the same time! At least give me a proper salary! I am still preparing for my future after leaving school.
Where can I worry about finding a cheap apartment!”
"Man, relax! Did you complain that your boss didn't pay you a check when you were in the army?" Schneiderbook said while biting a burger.
"There were no checks, but my boss would charge with me, not like two old guys like Elwin Turner and Scott Weidman, one was on vacation and the other was like a stingy Knicks businessman.
Count the money the same way!" Black Dolan growled in a low voice through gritted teeth.
As if hearing his roar, the mobile phone on the table rang. Black Dolan took a look and said to Schneiderbook:
"Look, that bastard Scott called, guess what he's going to say?"
Schneiderbook swallowed the burger and said, "Maybe Bobby's Pizza asked you to shoot a new commercial with the kids!"
Blake Dolan answered the phone. On the other end of the phone, Scott Weidman's voice was full of enthusiasm that made Blake want to go crazy:
"Hey! Blake! You know! In just one day! Seventeen camera crews from magazines or TV stations came to Princeton University with cameras. They wanted to see how Princeton University accomplished the miracle! You are the protagonist, but
It’s such a shame that you’re not here right now! I mean, you do a great job with the kids!”
"Didn't you call me to talk to me about this? Scott?" Black Dolan knew very well that this old guy had definitely made another business with himself.
"Of course, I mean there is a little thing. G-star has established a new American company in Manhattan, New York. They hope to see you in the latest commercial broadcast in New York State! Do you know! You are now
The hottest star in New York State! It excites people more than Tim Wakefield of the Yankees hitting a butterfly ball!" Scott Weidman said on the other end.
"Scott! You bastard! Don't you look at this damn schedule! I only have one day today to study the opponent! Tomorrow! I'm going to play against Syracuse University! And now I'm playing against Syracuse University, the best player in the country.
Newcomer Carmelo Anthony doesn’t know anything yet! You want me to shoot a commercial for the damn cowboy clothing?” Blake Dolan felt that if he could, he would like to crawl into the phone and crawl out from the other side to kill this guy with eyes.
Only money bastard!
"No! No! It won't take up your precious time to set up tactics like last time! G-star is willing to wait until all Princeton Tigers games are over before filming! They are willing to wait! Uh, I just want to say that I am under contract
It's signed, and you have to fulfill your obligations as soon as this season's game is over." Scott Weidman didn't seem to hear Blake Dolan's roar at all.
"Yeah! That's great! Maybe the amount in your damn athletic department account has increased a lot?" Blake Doran's tone was full of sarcasm.
"Yes, G-Star is willing to pay half a million dollars for this commercial, Blake? Are you complaining that your contribution and remuneration are not proportional? It doesn't matter, we can sign a formal employment contract next season, not now
A work-study contract, I mean, the most formal employment contract in the NCAA." Scott Weidman did not forget to use the contract to seduce Blake Dolan...
"Don't even think about it, Scott! I won't! I won't agree to it! I'll get my degree in less than two months! Don't try to lock me down at Princeton! Damn it! I've been obsessed with the NCAA my whole life.
Shade! I hate the fact that I submitted my assistant coaching application five months ago!" Blake Dolan snarled.
"Don't get excited, Blake! You will be surprised when the time comes! You will never know how big a number Principal Shirley Tillman signed her name!" Scott Weidman said: "Great, with the kids
Let’s keep going! You are the pride of the Princeton Tigers! Goodbye!”
…
Scott Weidman, who hung up the phone, was not mad at all because of Blake Dolan's roar. He hummed a song and looked through the various business contracts on his desk. Hera came over with coffee:
"Mr. Widman? Recently I noticed that you are in a good mood, and your attitude towards Coach Black is different from usual, but his temper is getting worse and worse. When I first met him, I thought he was a gentleman, but
The last time he cursed in the office, he was the most vulgar soldier in America."
"Hera, why do you care about that? Blake Dolan has brought this school what it needs. Since entering the playoffs, our account has 4.5 million US dollars, which seems to be more than all previous seasons."
The amount of money he received is even more! The turbulent schedule made his temper a little grumpy, but we have to tolerate him." Scott Weidman forgot all his anger when he thought of the numbers on his account.
…
Just when Blake Dolan hung up the phone and continued to browse the information, the phone rang again. Blake Dolan grabbed the phone and yelled:
"Get away! I'm not interested in coaching at a damn university! No matter how much money you pay! I don't want to advertise for men's underwear or flashlights! And I don't want to give any interviews!"
On the other end of the phone, an old voice came over smoothly, seemingly not hearing Black Dolan's roar:
"Hello, is this Coach Blake Dolan? I'm John Wooden. I like the game you coach very much. So, can I invite you to attend the opening ceremony of the renovated stadium in April?"
After listening to the voice on the phone, Black Dolan looked up at Schneiderbook, with disbelief written on his face.
Schneiderbook stared at his face and asked doubtfully:
"Dude? What happened? Did Bobby Pizza want me to shoot a commercial? Or did your most admired General George Catlett Marshall call you from heaven to congratulate you? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Black Dolan stared at Schneider Booker and said slowly:
"It was even more bizarre than that. The George Catlett Marshall of basketball invited me to the opening of the stadium, and John Wooden called me."
