(Thanks to the little angel who gave me points for the reminder vote. The name is so cute. I can definitely vote eight votes for the 3,000-word option next time...Thank you again!)
"Why are we going to that crappy school? In the whole of California, maybe Caltech is the only one worthy of your visit with reverence." Sheldon Cooper followed Blake Dolan out of the Los Angeles International Airport.
"For people like you who pursue scientific truth or scientific nightmares, it may just be a bad school, but for me and many people in the NCAA, it is a myth, or there is a myth there." Blackmore
Lan said as he walked.
He came to Los Angeles this time for the opening ceremony of the venue that John Wooden invited last time.
Westerveld is a small town similar to Princeton. It does not seem to have the hustle and bustle of the big city of Los Angeles. It is quiet and leisurely. And because of the sunny weather and mild climate in California, some small town residents are driving lawn mowers in the distance.
Harvest weeds.
"It's such a quiet place, I like it here," Black Dolan said.
"It's no different from Princeton, except the weather is warmer and wetter." Sheldon Cooper said, staring at the computer with his head down.
The taxi driver they took was an elderly black man. He was listening to reggae music on the radio, but when he heard their conversation, he turned around and said:
"There's no place like this! This is the most wonderful place in the world! Princeton? Is that that little town on the edge of Philadelphia? Come on! Man! Can you see Marilyn Monroe there? I pulled Marilyn myself.
Monroe comes to this town!"
"Come on! Diddy! Marilyn Monroe died in 1962! Unless her ghost took your taxi." Sheldon Cooper said without looking up.
"It's true! In 1961, I was seventeen years old and had just become a taxi driver! Late one night, I met Marilyn Monroe in front of a hotel in Los Angeles! She asked me to send her here! It's true
!" The old black man said with an affirmative expression of "You must believe me."
"Okay, I believe you." Black Dolan said.
…
The opening ceremony of the gymnasium located in Westwood seemed to Blake Dolan to be a gathering of famous NCAA coaches. Almost all the famous coaches you can think of gathered here, and he finally met
Here comes the ninety-two-year-old legendary man, John Wooden.
This old man who looked a little haggard was in good spirits. Next to him was his beloved disciple, Bill Walton, a famous center in basketball, who supported the old man and never left him.
"Hello, Coach Blake Dolan." John Wooden said with a smile when he saw Blake Dolan walking into the gym. He was wearing a black suit and his tie was meticulously tied on his shirt. He was full of energy.
Black Dolan hurriedly walked over and asked a ninety-two-year-old man to approach him. This would be a very rude behavior.
"Hello, Mr. Wooden, it's an honor to attend the opening ceremony of the stadium. My name is Blake Dolan, you can call me Blake." Blake Dolan was the first to extend his hand and said with a smile.
The old man's hands were skinny and skinny, but when Black Dolan held them together, he felt that the old man's fingers were very strong.
"What a dazzling young man. Before you came, some little guys had already told me how young you were, but when you really stood in front of me, I realized how pale their language was. Those coaches didn't know anything about it.
Can't describe people." John Wooden let go and said:
"You should go meet them. There are many people who want to meet you."
"I will, thank you again, Mr. Wooden." Blake Dolan bowed slightly, and then walked towards the inside of the stadium...
After the renovation of the gymnasium was completed, the school renamed the Parkside Gardens Gym as the "John Wooden Basketball Gym". This is why John Wooden participated and why he called to invite these coaches. This is his
reunion.
Of course, John Wooden ultimately did not agree to the name, but asked the school to change the name of the gymnasium to "Nell and John Wooden Basketball Gym". His wife's name must be in front of his. This was the old man's only request.
Black Dolan had just taken two steps when a loud voice sounded:
"Hey! Boy! Blake! Over here!"
Black Dolan followed the sound and saw Tom Izzo gesturing to him with a glass of wine.
Black Dolan had a smile on his face, walked over, and took a glass of whiskey from the waiter's tray:
"Tom, are you here too?"
"What? Do you think that no one else is qualified to come here except you?" Tom Izzo said after taking a sip of wine.
"No, that's not what I meant. I just said, who else besides you?" Black Dolan said.
"All your opponents this season are here. If we want, we can beat you up at any time! Because we have more people." Tom Izzo said with a smile: "Congratulations! The youngest championship coach in NCAA history.
!”
"What are you talking about? Tough guy Tom?" A middle-aged man whom Black Dolan didn't recognize came over with a wine glass and stretched out his hand to Black Dolan:
"Hello, I'm John Calipari, head coach of the University of Memphis basketball team."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Blake Dolan. Although I have never met you, I have studied your DDM tactics for a long time. It is a very powerful offensive system." Blake Dolan said.
"Thank you for the compliment." Calipari took a sip of wine, and Tom Izzo already said:
"I heard you left Princeton University?"
"Yes, just left." Black Dolan said.
"Very good. In addition to some basketball coaches, there are also countless people from the university's athletic department attending this ceremony today. You will be a hot commodity." Tom Izzo said with a smile.
Sure enough, as if to confirm Tom Izzo's words, a young voice sounded behind Blake Dolan:
"Hello, is this Coach Blake Dolan?"
Black Dolan turned around, and a very young white man was looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Hello, who are you?" Black Dolan asked.
"I am a scout and video editor for the San Antonio Spurs. I would like to take the liberty to ask, are you interested in joining the San Antonio Spurs? That is a team that just won the championship. The general manager of the Spurs
R.C. Beauford and coach Gregg Popovich appreciate you very much, and they asked me to come and invite you to serve as the chief assistant coach of the Spurs." The young man said with an indifferent expression.
"Uh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Sam Presti."
