(I’m going back to my hometown today to celebrate my dad’s birthday. What I mean is that today’s update time may not be stable enough. Maybe if I’m busy and forget it, the updates may be all in the evening. Also, please allow me to slow down the speed for these few days.
The continuous explosion of 10,000 words in the day has caused a lot of my writing skills to decline. The draft is about to happen, and I need to adjust my thinking. I can't write the young people of the Knicks as idiots or the managers of other teams as idiots. No matter how yyy I am, I can't
I firmly believe that there are no idiot managers in the NBA. Finally, thanks to Full Metal Eggshell for the reward. Thank you again.)
For a man like Patrick Ewing, who holds 11 Knicks data records, it is obviously not enough for Blake Dolan and Sam Presti to come forward. Instead, the owner of the Knicks club, Blake Dolan’s father James, is needed.
Dolan personally called Patrick Ewing, who had just resigned from the Washington Wizards, and made an appointment to sit out for a while.
Blake Dolan could ignore anyone, but when a giant who had fought for the Knicks for 15 seasons appeared across his desk with his dazzling statistics, he still felt respectful. He suddenly thought of James Dolan's contribution to Ewing.
After making the call, I said something that seemed to be spoken to him or to myself:
"The Knicks owe Patrick a ring."
The man who was called a gorilla was wearing a suit, but the suit looked like it could be broken by his huge body at any time. It wasn't until he sat across from James Dolan that he smiled and said:
"I have been away from New York for two years, and I have forgotten what a traffic jam looks like! Sorry, James, there is a traffic jam again on the streets of New York today."
James Dolan did not choose to have the conversation in his office. This time, as an old friend, he made an appointment with Patrick Ewing at a cigar shop. While helping Patrick Ewing choose cigars, he said:
"Don't try to lie to me. Scarlett, your maid in the mansion next to Madison, told you that you came back last month. Don't forget that Scarlett is also my maid, and I introduced her to you."
Patrick Ewing grinned, then looked at Blake Dolan and stretched out his hand:
"Little Black! Last time I saw you, you were just a little guy! But now! The whole of America already knows your name!"
Black Dolan shook hands with him and smiled: "Actually, I know you don't want to shake hands with me. You must want to lift me over your head! That's what you did back then! It doesn't matter, come on, even if I am 28 years old,
I believe you can lift me too."
"Haha! I just said that my meeting with you must not be so boring! But I still want to confirm that what your dad said to me on the phone was not a joke? I don't believe that guy, I want to hear what you say to me
, do you know why? Because last time this old guy told me that he got a bottle of good wine from Chateau Turenne, and that guy Charles and I flew over overnight to share it. Who knew that guy was looking at us in the dust,
He let out a wine burp and held an empty red wine bottle in his hand to tell us that the bottle of wine was confirmed by him to be fake." Patrick Ewing looked at James Dolan sideways and said.
"Oh! You brought it up again! We agreed not to mention it! And as compensation, you and that bastard Charles took seventeen bottles of wine from my wine cellar! Seventeen bottles!" James Dolan laughed.
Then he handed the selected cigar to Patrick Ewing and said.
"Uh...well..." Black Dolan felt that it was really helpless for him to listen to these two guys talking about history: "Okay, Patrick, or Uncle Orangutan, what do you think of my dad's proposal on the phone? You know
, the Knicks cannot do without you, you are the highest symbol of basketball in this city."
Patrick Ewing lit his cigar and took a puff and said to Blake Dolan: "The basketball icon was actually traded to Seattle late in his career. Don't believe your dad's lies!"….
James Dolan shouted with a cigar in his mouth: "Asshole! Which orangutan told me! He said that he couldn't stand the boos of New York fans! He offered to trade! He didn't want his old self to be seen by Knicks fans! If it weren't for that bastard himself
Bring it up! I even bought a fucking cemetery next to Madison for him!”
The tone of the two people sounded fierce, but the atmosphere was not tense. On the contrary, both guys were lost in memories, seeming to be thinking about their time at that time.
"Come back, Pat, we are all old, and we will have more time to sit together, drink red wine and taste cigars. The best time after I took over the Knicks was the time when you played for the Knicks, Houston and
Orlando is not your home, this is." After a moment of silence, James Dolan said.
Patrick Ewing played with the cigar in his hand and thought for a while before raising his head and looking at Blake Dolan:
"Are you sure you're not looking for a place for me to retire? I'm only 41 years old and I don't need to be supported as a symbol."
"I guess you must not have read the fax my dad sent you after the phone call. It is my tactical idea. The inside is the core. No one knows the center position better than you. I need you to tell those players, what?
That's the kind of player who is a center." Blake Dolan said while twirling the cigar in his hand.
"Okay, I agree, why not, because really no one knows the center position better than me, and I know how to coach those inside players." Patrick Ewing said.
"Looks like I was right again, I knew you would agree!" James Dolan laughed and said, "But you will have a new colleague soon, guess who it will be?"
Looking at James Dolan's expression, Patrick Ewing was silent for a while, then rolled his eyes and said:
"You don't mean to say, that bastard?"
"I also made an appointment with him because Blake said the coaching staff needed Charles," James Dolan said.
"That guy played for the Wizards last season! I just finished working there, how come I didn't know that guy had plans to change careers?" Patrick Ewing asked.
"Just after he found out you were going to be an assistant coach with the Knicks, the guy said to me that he always wished he was like that bastard Patrick, sitting on the sidelines in a suit and coaching the rookies! Yeah, that's it
I'm just repeating his exact words," James Dolan said with a smile.
"Then what is the role of this guy? He is responsible for taking advantage of the shotgun when the opponent's player fouls and destroying the opponent?" Patrick Ewing rubbed his head. When he was with the Wizards, the biggest task Doug Collins gave him was to keep an eye on the bastard Oakley.
, let him do less outrageous things.
"The coaching staff of every team needs such a veteran player to calm down the field and make the rookies more obedient. Moreover, we need a guy like this to guest serve as a training ground supervisor. What do you think?" Black
Dolan looked at Patrick Ewing and said.
"I have no objection, because that guy is really suitable for the jobs you mentioned." Patrick Ewing said. In fact, when he heard that Charles Oakley would come, he felt better for some reason.
At this moment, a loud voice sounded from a distance:
"Hey! The streets of New York are like shit! I won't miss New York even if I never go back to it! Damn it! I've been here for more than ten years and I'm stuck in traffic jams every day! James! I'm so happy to see you!
Can you please stop coming to a place like Cigar, which is no bigger than my shoes! Making an appointment at a nightclub and calling a few girls will make me have a better impression of you!"
