Jim Bass Ambition

Chapter 60
Just in case, Jim called Kupchak after meeting O'Neill and Perry Rogers.

O'Neal's home is located in the famous Beverly Hills. There is also a basketball court in the yard, but the ground is painted blue by exaggerated sharks, with six huge letters of NBA MVP printed on it.

Arriving more than ten minutes earlier than the agreed time, Jim and Kupchak waited outside the door for a while, and only rang the doorbell when the clock hands jumped to 9:[-] am.

O'Neal wore a slipper on his right foot and a bandage on his thumb, and he walked with a limp.Obviously, the recovery from the toe joint surgery done before the season is not ideal.

Since I'm here to visit a doctor, let's start with the toes.

"You know, we won two championships in a row, and I wanted to continue to win, so I chose the one with the shortest recovery period between the two surgery options. Looking at it now, this is obviously a stupid mistake. This The surgery is not of much use, and it still hurts for half a year, and I can't even concentrate on the game." Talking about his foot injury, O'Neal is not in a good mood.

"I know that thumb stiffness caused by arthritis may look like nothing on the outside, but it will affect every technical movement of yours, and you can't even bounce with force. After doing statistics, Brad told me that your field The average number of dunks has dropped significantly." Jim continued what O'Neal said.

O'Neal was a little puzzled. His medical report was kept strictly confidential, and he only told the team that his toe was injured, but how could Jim know the specific details of the injury?

"I have a friend who is an expert in sports medicine, and your situation is more common with him. Unfortunately, he will not be able to come to Los Angeles until the end of the season. At that time, I will introduce you to each other and make a detailed treatment plan for you, but According to him, if your condition is to be cured, it will take about six months to recover." Jim threw out Thomas Carter to block the gun.

"That's right, my doctor in charge also gave me several plans. The most radical cure is the one used to perform surgery on ballet dancers. The recovery time is about six or seven months, but he is not capable of doing it himself. One surgery, let me find a doctor elsewhere during the offseason." O'Neal complained.

"Thomas should be happy to operate on you, and after that, you can play until you are 40 years old." Jim laughed.

Perry Rogers arrived late, and with his arrival, the conversation fell into place.

"...So, we are sorry, but this is our final decision." Kupchak recited the prepared speech, and O'Neill's good mood just now dissipated with the wind with Kupchak's flat tone .

"Are you sorry? You came to my house just to say, 'The team decided not to negotiate with you and will trade you after the season.'?" By the time of the last few words, O'Neal was almost growled.

"We believe that you have the right to know the decision we have made. We don't want to deceive or conceal it so that you don't know anything before it happens." Jim looked squarely at O'Neill who had gotten up from the sofa, and tried his best to Keep your tone steady.

It is rumored that after being swept by the Jazz that year, the furious shark completely smashed the locker room into ruins within 30 seconds, and no teammates dared to stop it.

"It's ridiculous again, 'If we give you a max salary, Hardaway won't be happy.' Such an argument, but the target is changed to that kid Bryant? Are you going to have a vote in Los Angeles next? , ask if Shaq is worth 3000 million dollars a year? Do you really think that weird guy who can't even speak three sentences can lead the team to the championship? If it weren't for me, there wouldn't be any in your showroom. There will be those two more trophies!" O'Neal walked around the table, walked up to Jim and Kupchak, and looked down at them.Jim also stood up, but in front of O'Neill's huge size, he still looked like a schoolboy.

"Shaq, you and Kobe are both excellent players, historically excellent. But the only difference is that you are 6 years older than him."

O'Neill's lips were trembling, trying to say something, but none of them turned into formed words.

Although I can still destroy opponents at the basket, I can no longer run to the opponent's basket to complete an alley-oop slam dunk after the defensive end sent a block like 10 years ago.Toes, ankles, knees, little ailments popping up to mess with themselves from time to time, every muscle is sore after a game.

No one can beat time, Chamberlain and Russell can't, Jordan can't, and O'Neal can't.Although he thinks he is invincible, possessed by Superman, and lives in a world without Kryptonians.

After clenching and loosening his fists several times, O'Neill threw himself back onto the sofa before.Jim, Kupchak, and Rogers didn't speak, only O'Neill's heavy panting was in the air, and he was obviously trying to control his emotions.

After a while, O'Neill said in a low voice, "Should I applaud your frankness?"

The silence was broken, and Jim breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I think lies can only create more tension and anxiety, and explaining the problem as soon as possible is good for both of us. At least, in the next three months, our goal The same thing, it's about winning the championship. You're going to walk away with three Finals MVPs, and we're going to rebuild right away."

"Then you have to be careful. If I meet you again next time, I won't show mercy. I will kick your ass hard!"

"I can't look forward to it more!" Jim reached out and shook O'Neill.

Before going out, Jim took out a business card and handed it to O'Neill. "This is Dr. Thomas Carter I told you about. You can contact him as soon as possible. He can help you completely solve the problem of your foot injury."

"I'll call him. By the way, who gave you the courage to walk up to my house and say, 'We're going to trade you'?" O'Neal took the business card and muttered. .

"Mr. Jerry West."

O'Neill didn't say much, and sent the two out of the house.

Jim handed over his tattered pickup to Kupchak to drive, and he sat in the co-pilot seat, and the two prepared to rush back to the arena.

"Damn it! Why is your car so hard to drive! I've never seen someone lock a car in a garage and drive a car that's about to die!" Kupchak couldn't help complaining after turning off the engine for the fourth time.

"Damn, you think I'm willing to let this car be ruined by you! It's all because of Shaq!" Jim held his swollen right hand and gritted his teeth.

　Monday is just too scary. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)