by Rasmuth » Tue Nov 27, 2012 1:31 am
I’m frustrated beyond measure. I fully expected this team to begin some sort of a charge in February. I know the odds were stacked against the Magic this past month, with 9 of the 12 games on the road, but I figured this was the perfect time to send the league a statement. While there were some fine moments on the court, inconsistency is still prevalent. I suppose under these circumstances, a 6-6 record for the month should be acceptable, I really had higher hopes for the team.
I will admit, I’ve been hesitant to make a roster move, truthfully because I didn’t think I’d had to, and with the trading deadline passed, I’m not even sure what I can do at this point in time, except ride in March and hope for the best. The good news is we have the schedule on our side this upcoming month. Twelve of our sixteen games are at home, so maybe I just need to readjust my mental timeline.
We’re playing well enough to where we should make the playoffs and Amstar will be more than happy with that achievement, especially in light of me managing to keep the team below the salary cap, but I want more. Perhaps I am expecting too much too soon. This team has been on the skids for years and last season we finally turned things around and made the playoffs and I’m confident we will this season too. The fans are joyous and I’m being hailed as a genius. But I don’t feel like a genius, I feel like a failure. I still wonder if I miscalculated the potential for this team.
My primary disappointment is with Cortez Ash. His play has been spotty at best and truthfully, I expected better execution under the glass. His rebounding numbers are decent, but I really thought he was ready to play at another level. The experiment using Oden and Stoudamire starting at center and getting more minutes didn’t achieve a noticeable improvement. And while Oden had a few nice games, and is certainly stronger defensively, his body is just too fragile to realistically keep up that kind of pace and it’s unfair of me to demand or expect it from him.
At this point, I’m also beginning to believe that Iman Shumpert is dispensable too. It’s true he brings solid defense and his ability to generate steals is unparalleled on the team, but he’s languishing behind Dragic and Horton and his scoring and confidence have sunk to new lows, despite getting a fair share of minutes. I’ve hesitated moving him because if either of those guys go down, I’d certainly be glad to have him to insert in the starting lineup. I have a lot of thinking to do and perhaps more drastic changes are in order for the off season.
The sharp clink of ice hitting the inside of a glass pulled me from this myriad of my deep, unsettled thoughts. I generously poured two drinks, my mouth nearly watering in anticipation.
“Hey, babe?” Marlene called from the other room.
“Just a second,” I answered. “I’ve got your drink.”
She slowly walked from my room into the office, stark naked, her attention drawn to one of my many picture albums, the ones she’s aware of anyway. She is truly an amazing sight to behold and I mentally kick myself for not having my camera at the ready.
Marlene is not bisexual, but she enjoys looking through my pictures with me sometimes. She appreciates the female form like I do, as perhaps the purist work of art. Certainly some of my photos you wouldn’t call art, but I do take pride when I capture a woman’s raw physical beauty and I seem to have a gift to capture it with a camera. I think, too, she also enjoys how much I enjoy the pictures when we look and discuss them together. It certainly creates an advantageous mood.
She looked at me, clearly perplexed. “When did you take these shots of Nina?”
I walked towards her, holding out her drink, studying her face, trying to read any trace of emotion. “New Year’s Eve,” I said, without hesitation.
I expected her to ask me why I didn’t tell her, but she didn’t. She closed the book, placed it on my desk and took her drink from my hand. “She certainly is an amazingly beautiful woman,” she said after taking a sip of the whiskey, “incredibly exotic to say the least.”
I nodded in agreement. She wouldn’t get an argument from me on that point.
“So you obviously took my advice not to be alone on New Years,” she added, without malice, jealously or judgement of any kind, that I could notice. It was simply a factual statement.
I chuckled, remembering the odd circumstances that led to that evening. “Believe it or not, we literally ran into each other near the locker rooms. I think we were the only two people in the building, besides the security guard. She was here to retrieve her forgotten paycheck and I just happened to be down there searching for a working vending machine. I was simply looking to quench my Twizzler craving. Anyway, we got to talking, both of us alone with no plans and so we decided to have dinner.” I shrugged indifferently and added: “One thing led to another.” For a moment I considered adding as they often do to my last statement, but I thought better of it last second.
What I initially perceived as perhaps a look of jealousy was actually, I realized moments later, a look of confusion and dismay.
“I’m glad you two rang in the New Year together, I truly am, and from the look of things,” she said, nodding towards the book, “you both had a very nice time."
"We did," I said.
Marlene slowly shook her head and spoke slowly as she processed this surprise. "What I find amusing about all this is that she would be the last choice of all the girls on my squad I would expect to find in your book. She’s normally such a proper, reserved and lonely girl, but judging from those photos, it would appear she’s not always so shy.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded and slowly drank a large swig of whiskey. That night with Nina left an indelible mark in my memory. The woman was amazing. There aren’t many things that surprise me, but her performance was nothing short of legendary. And even more surprising, we really had a nice evening before things got down and dirty, so to speak. I’ve done everything in my mind to dismiss it since, but there was a real comfortable and pleasing connection, and that was the biggest surprise of all. I can honestly say that in all my years, I’ve never felt more connected to any one woman than Marlene, until perhaps this past New Years Eve. I’ve tried chalking it up to the usual excitement of a being with a new and different woman and maybe that’s all it was, but it’s so hard to be sure. I don’t know…this whole feelings thing is so damn confusing anyway. I find it best to just suppress these thoughts, they only get in the way.
Marlene continued. “I guess her resignation today shouldn’t have come as such a surprise, but it still did.” Marlene sighed and took an ample swallow of her drink too.
“She quit?” I said, stunned.
“She most certainly did,” Marlene confirmed, “just this morning. She told me she was just too homesick and she needed to just go home. It was obvious she was clearly torn and upset over her decision and she was very adamant with her gratitude for the opportunity she had here.” Marlene locked her gaze onto mine; a single droplet of sweat fell from her glass and ran down one of her spectacularly ample breasts. “I have backup girls, it’s not a problem replacing her, but…it’s just that I liked her. She’s a real good kid, a hard worker and perhaps the most athletic of the bunch. I had her pegged for captain next season.”
“I’m sorry, babe,” I said, walking to her and hugging her tightly, but awkwardly, considering we were both still holding our drinks. Now when you hug a naked woman, especially one as incredible as Marlene, it doesn’t take long for things to happen and no doubt she noticed, it would be impossible for her not to.
“Let me refill your drink,” I said a bit breathless when the hug ended.
“No,” she said firmly, taking my glass from my hand and placing both glasses on my desk. Taking my hand in hers, she led me back into the bedroom. “We’ll drink later. I’ve got other business…to attend to.”
As a businessman, I certainly couldn’t deny her logic.
A few hours later, Marlene sprawled in a deep slumber across my bed; I sent a few emails to some trusted contacts in and around the league on a whim. The trading deadline came and went almost two weeks ago, so I knew there was nothing I could do at this point as far as wholesale roster changes were concerned, but I hoped to perhaps add another big man, who could chew up some minutes in the event Cortez Ash continued to flounder and at the very worst, be available in case of catastrophic injury. My confidence with Oden and Stoudamire as the sole backups was greatly diminished.
At 8:47am, the ringtone on my phone announced a text, awakening me from an uneasy rest. From all people it was from my father. He hadn’t been on my email list earlier this morning, so I never expected the message to be basketball related. A lightning bolt of adrenalin shot through my veins as my mind quickly wondered if something had happened to mom. Instead, the message simply read: remember D.Morrison? GoldenState released him.
I remembered Daymeon Morrison, remembered him well. Visiting my folks in Connecticut two years ealier, my father literally dragged me to see this kid play center for Masuk High School in Monroe. The locals dubbed him The 2nd Coming of Mike Gminski. Gminski graduated Masuk in 1977, scoring over 44 points per game for his career…that’s right…career. He graduated early, later starred for the Duke Bluedevils right from his freshman season, and his number was later hoisted to the rafters, his name littering the Duke record book.
Funny thing is the two players had little in common except they both played center. Morrison is black, Gminski is white. Morrison barely graduated high school and college was never an option; Gminski graduated high school in three years and graduated Duke with honors. Both were drafted in the first round, but while Gminski went on to play 938 games in the NBA, Morrison was released, never playing a minute of pro ball.
The more I thought about it, the more it almost made sense. True, he was an extremely raw talent, but when we worked him out last summer before the draft, the level of improvement from just the summer previous was astronomical. He was a few inches shorter than Gminski but he was a better rebounder than the G-Man.
The kid wasn't stupid, but I could see how others might think he was. School and the kid just didn't agree, he certainly had issues with book learning, whether it was mental or medical, I don't know and personally I really didn't care. My take on the kid was he was actually rather bright and got along on solid instincts and a solid moral foundation. The other thing I noticed, besides his sheer rawness as a player, was his ability to soak up anything basketball. The kid listened and absorbed everything he saw.
And he had a strong work ethic. I had no doubt the kid was still working hard despite his release, hoping for another shot next season or perhaps Europe. Then it really hit me. I can pick up, at minimal cost, a 19 year old 1st-round draft pick who can perhaps already give us minutes at the NBA level…why wouldn’t I?
Do you know I called that kid at 8:58am, just 11 minutes later and he answered on the second ring. He was breathing heavily and after I announced who I was, he apologized for breathing noisily, he’d just finished his daily 8 mile run. Then he told me I was lucky because if I waited just 20 minutes more, I would have missed him because he always turns off his phone before his 3-hour workout with a local junior college basketball team he was also kinda helping coach.
More amazingly, he was suited up and made our 3pm practice in Orlando, already shooting mid-range jumpshots at 2:50pm.
I love this kid!
Later I asked my father why he sent me that text, what led him to contact me at the exact moment I was looking for a player. He just shrugged and told me he thought the team had a need and it worried him, so he thought he'd just send me a little reminder. Like father, like son, I guess.