The rest is just noise

This year, the Knicks' preseason training camp returns to the State University of New York at Stony Brook.

Compared to the past, the Knicks' coaching staff has undergone some minor changes.

Strength trainer Daniel Dillon, who has been with the team for many years, was poached.

Shooting trainer Bobby Sharif, who has also worked for the team for many years, was also poached.

Moreover, it was the same team, the Portland Trail Blazers, that poached them.

When they were poached, Louis was in China, and the Trail Blazers offered twice the price. Baylor thought they were not worth spending that much money, and it was not a big deal, so he didn't say hello to Louis.

The loss of two trainers has a significant impact on training.

Louis first recruited external strength trainers through the media, but not everyone wanted them.

Louis has requirements for trainers, they must have their own theories and training plans.

If someone who was a very accurate shooter as a player wanted to teach others how to shoot, Louis would definitely not agree.

This is like asking Jordan to be a coach. "Why is it so difficult to kill? Why don't you stay in the air for half a second to dodge the shot blocker and then throw the ball in?" There have been too many cases.

too much.

If there is no solid theoretical foundation, no specific training plan, and no spirituality in teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, then they are mediocre, and inviting them will also affect the quality of training.

Until the trainer is in place, I can only make do with it...

As in previous years, Louis put forward the need to defend the title, making the newcomers give up their illusions.

"The training environment here is completely different from what you have been exposed to in the past. How different is it? You will know this after the first match."

Louis said this and nodded to Tomjanovich.

Tomjanovich stepped forward and said: "After a few minutes of rest, the 1991-1992 New York Knicks intra-team draft will begin."

"What intra-team draft?" Jack Sikma asked curiously.

John Seeley explained it to him enthusiastically.

Another new aid, Vernon Maxwell, said excitedly: "Is there such a thing? You guys are doing very well."

Chris Jackson was silent. It was obvious that he wanted to talk to someone, but there was no acquaintance here.

Kevin McHale saw that he was troubled by this and immediately played the role of team captain: "Don't worry about not finding friends here, we are not friends privately."

"Not friends?" Jackson said in disbelief, "How can we win so many championships together?"

"That is, our goals are the same. Although we are not friends in private, we are both very competitive." McHale was obviously exaggerating.

If nothing else, Ewing has a lot of friends on the team.

For example, Stockton, Ewing and he are staunch buddies, and Reggie Williams is a junior from Georgetown. If they weren't trying to renew their relationship with their senior, the Knicks would never be able to use him.

Such a small contract locked him up.

Wilson was also known as a social butterfly.

But Jackson doesn't need to tell the truth now, he needs to feel comfortable integrating into the Knicks.

This year's Knicks internal draft is similar to last year.

Ewing and Wilson have gone from competing for people in the early stages to only choosing to be friends with themselves.

Like the newcomers Maxwell, Hikma and Jackson, only Hikma was selected.

Sikma has a good character like McHale and Rohaus, and can quickly integrate into any environment.

Maxwell and Jackson were not selected.

"Can you guys stop being so narrow-minded and exclude newcomers?" Brad Rohaus joked.

Ewing said coldly: "I only want these people."

Wilson's emotional intelligence was obviously higher than him. He explained with a smile: "You just arrived today, and we are not very familiar with it. After a few days, I will invite you to join my team when I am familiar with your technical characteristics." ."

"No problem, I know the rules." Maxwell glanced at Luo Haos, "If I remember correctly, Brad has been in New York for many years, why didn't any of you choose him?"

"What do you know? I am a nuclear weapon!" Luo Haos shouted shamelessly, "Do you understand the value of a seven-foot guard?"

Ewing mockingly added: "Yes, we are evenly matched with this distribution. If he joins in, the situation will be unbalanced."

"Is he that strong?" Maxwell said in disbelief.

The truth can only wait for Maxwell to discover it slowly.

By the time the first intrasquad game began, Maxwell, like Jackson, was shocked by the Knicks' internal competitiveness.

Confrontation, physical contact, fighting, falling to the ground, trash talk.

Everyone is trash talking.

Jackson thought about how the Knicks bullied other teams on the court.

So it turned out that they were like this during training?

What Maxwell saw was another message.

This team has no room for cowards and cowards. Otherwise, not only will it be difficult to play, but it will also be impossible to compete in intra-team competitions.

Ewing's Jamaican star and Wilson's giant shoulders, the five people they selected to join the team are all tried and trusted people.

They won't be drafted until they get Ewing or Wilson's approval.

"J." Louie shouted.

The valley is destroyed

Chris Jackson comes around.

"Talk?" Louis asked.

"My pleasure, sir." He followed Louis politely.

Louis and Jackson stayed away from intrasquad games.

"Are you still used to it in New York?" Louis asked.

Jackson responded as usual: "Everything is better than I imagined."

"What about your family?" Louis asked tentatively.

"Pretty good." Jackson hesitated for a moment before reluctantly answering.

Louis learned about Chris Jackson's life inside and out. He not only knew that he was one of the most crazy college basketball players in the history of LSU, but also knew that his family, mainly his mother, strongly opposed him. Go to Louisiana State.

Jackson's mother preferred that he go to the University of Georgetown and Las Vegas, so she even disguised his signature and lied to the outside world that he was ready to commit to one of the two schools.

As a result, Jackson's relationship with his mother broke down and he stayed alone at LSU for two years before entering the NBA draft.

"I used to have a bad relationship with my mother." Louis saw through Jackson's thoughts, "She always beat me, and I couldn't understand it. In fact, to this day, I still can't understand why she beat me so frequently. I only made a small mistake, she held the belt just like my dad. Have you ever had this experience?"

A rare smile appeared on Jackson's face: "No, my mother would not do this to me."

"Really?" Louis looked surprised.

"Well." What Jackson is most proud of is that he has never been beaten since he was a child. "You know I have a little problem. If I am emotionally unstable, it will attack. So my mother rarely stimulated me until that time."

Louis asked seriously: "So have you really settled the relationship with your family?"

Hearing this, Jackson fell into silence again.

What was worse than this was the ups and downs in his mood. Later, Louis saw him blinking rapidly, the corners of his mouth twitching, and his fingers trembling.

"Fuck!" he whispered.

"What?"

Louis couldn't believe that a person who knew how to use honorifics to his seniors would suddenly use foul language.

"Fuk!" Jackson stared and stamped his feet, "fuk! fuk! fuk! fuk"

Only then did Louis realize that he was sick.

He wanted to reach out and control him, but Jackson threw him away: "Fuk! Don't touch me, you bastard!"

"Asshole! I can't control myself, you bastard, son of a bitch, @%#%"

For the first time since Louis traveled through time, he had no reaction after being scolded in front of someone.

He now knows how serious the problem is.

Jackson had a seizure for several minutes, then slowly calmed down.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, just now I"

"I know that was not your intention." Louis looked directly into Jackson's eyes, "To avoid misunderstanding, you must tell everyone that you have this problem."

Jackson nodded: "I will."

"J, I made this deal knowing you had this problem." Louis said without changing his face, "But I didn't know the situation was so serious."

Jackson's eyes and face darkened.

"However, I still have expectations for you. I will recommend that you take medicine. If you disagree, I will respect your personal wishes. However, if your condition affects training or competition, I will prohibit you from participating in training.

, and I won’t let you appear.” Louis said, “Unless you take medicine.”

Jackson nodded in agreement.

"I may be the only person in the world who still has expectations for you. I know you can play a special game, so starting from today, I will be your trainer."

"When your mood is stable, I will arrange training for you. As long as you can complete my training indicators without any compromise, I will let your talents bloom in the league."

"thank you, sir."

"Listen to me and take some medicine." Louis said seriously, "You were really scary just now."

Even after Louis tried to persuade him for a long time, Chris Jackson still decided to leave this matter to the Lord.

Louis doesn’t fucking understand. Doesn’t the Lord speak of science?

Logically speaking, he should be the person on earth who least believes in science, because he is a time traveler. But even he believes in science. No matter how you believe in the Lord, you have to start from reality, right?

Although Louis is full of Zaun words, he does not intend to use these words to greet Chris Jackson.

After all, he had just witnessed the other party getting sick, blinking, twitching, shaking hands and then uncontrollably exploding violently. To be honest, who wouldn't be scared after seeing that scene?

Why on earth did he make that deal with the Celtics? Why did he have to take advantage of that little advantage?

Louis began to regret and felt from the bottom of his heart that his revenge on Dave Gavitt was not enough.

Isn't it just asking the Celtics to exchange two All-Stars for two parallel imports? How could this be comparable to the horror that Louis just experienced?

Louis has decided that as long as Gavitt, the bastard who gave birth to a son without the asshole of his ancestors, stays in Boston for a day, he and the Celtics will be at odds with each other. What the hell is it about repaying an old friendship? He has been thinking about it for so many years.

, where is the other party? If you send a mental illness to him with a backhand, why are you still reminiscing about old friendship?

The more Jackson scares Louis, the angrier Louis becomes for making the deal.

At this point, it doesn't matter whether Reid Auerbach knows the inside story. There is only one important thing. He is not living well, and neither is everyone in the Celtics management.