The Rest, Only Noise

Including the center position, the Celtics are short at every position.

K.C is mainly responsible for the linebacker candidates.

In addition to the already finalized John Long, the team also needs him to provide a number one option.

K.C and another chief scout, John Kililea, are making more important observations.

Louie needs to sort out the best candidates before the team meeting in early June.

The most talented guard in this draft is undoubtedly the University of Montana's Micheal Ray Richardson PG/SG/SF, who has a height of 196 cm and is known as the taller Walter Furth. Razer.

Considering what Fraser has done in New York, the praise is anything but ordinary.

The other is Phil Ford PG of the University of North Carolina, who is fast and aggressive.

But both of them have no chance with the Celtics. They have a high probability of not falling out of the top five, and the Celtics only have the sixth pick in the first round, and they have decided to bet on Bird.

Louie was faced with a stack of scouting reports, dozens in all.

Scouting reports are short, one page.

He can't see the quality of these guys from scouting reports, but he can start with names.

He doesn't know the players of this era, but as long as he is a famous star, it is possible to leave an impression in his mind.

Any name that sounds familiar to him should be carefully paid attention to.

Then, he saw the name: Maurice CheeksPG.

Cheeks? Louie is pretty sure he's heard this guy's name before, just doesn't know how he's doing in the NBA.

He was also a senior and averaged 16.8 points per game at West Texas State on 54 percent shooting.

The problem is, his team is too weak.

The University of West Texas was able to play in the first two leagues for the first two years, and this year it dropped directly to the second league.

Does anyone care about 16 points per game and 54% shooting in the secondary league?

Playing for four years in a small Texas town on a team that always lost, Cheeks struggled to get the attention of scouts.

However, Louie noticed that the scouting report was paid for by K.C.

This scouting report comes from top scout Jack McMahon.

McMahon admired his fighting spirit and defensive attitude, and thought he was a player who could play in the NBA.

The report was short, and it was obvious that McMahon had a lot to say, or that it was simply a castrated and mutilated version.

Louis actually doesn't believe in other scouts other than himself. Unless he opens his eyes, no matter how clever a scout is, there will be times when he is wrong.

Louis could open the eyes of the sky, but he did not open the eyes of the sky in this era. The reason why he fell in love with Cheeks was because the name of the other party was familiar.

He shouldn't easily let go of any contemporary player that sounds familiar to him.

To that end, he called K.C and asked for footage of the West Texas State University game.

"What university?"

Not K.C, let alone him, not any scout, including McMahon, who was the first to recognize Cheeks' potential.

College sports took the lead in realizing the take-off in commercial value before the four major sports leagues.

But college basketball wasn't broadcast nationally for the first time until a regular-season game against the University of Houston in 1968. In that year's 10-crown reign, in 1974, "Skywalker" David Thompson took North Carolina State University to break their monopoly on the championship, thereby creating the concept of March Madness.

Since then, college basketball has taken off, but reaching the heights of several other college sports will require enough legendary matchups to attract national attention. They'd better have a black team and a white team, and they'd better both lead the team to the finals of the national championship...

It's not hard to find video of college basketball games, it's the games of weaker teams that are harder.

Maurice Cheeks' team was relegated to the second division, and it was impossible to find footage of their games because there was none, but to go to the scene.

The problem is that the college season is long over, and there is no place to watch.

Louis was sitting at the desk and wanted to swivel the chair, but suddenly realized that there was no future swivel chair.

He was even more distressed. In the past, when he couldn't think of an idea, he always liked to go around in place for a few laps. Although it was not necessarily useful, this rude era took away all his entertainment.

He walked out of the scouting office.

A secondary scout like them only has a general office, but usually no one is in it.

Louie finds Tom Sanders, who is still holding on to his post.

He wears glasses and looks serious.

"Saatchi (1), is there a list of the tryouts for the past few days?" Louis asked with a smile.

Sanders knew Louie, and although he had only been on the job for a few days, he came to him almost every day.

"Here." He handed over the list in his hand.

Louie glanced at the roster, which were basically players with first-round prospects.

He asked, "Who made this list?"

"It's kind of complicated, it's me, Reed, John, K.C..." Sanders said. "And the players aren't necessarily willing to accept our offer."

"So, can one more person be invited to the trial training list tomorrow?" Louis asked.

Sanders didn't expect Louie to be so "incredible", he had never heard of a secondary scout drafting a tryout list...

"Who do you want to see?"

"Morches Cheeks at West Texas State University."

"Who?"

Louis had to repeat it.

Sanders is not a brilliant coach, but he is not a person with eyes above the top. He knows that Louie needs to find ways to observe certain players now, so he will definitely help if he can. After all, he's not strong enough. During the season, he was the fire captain. Although he led the team to a 43% win rate, he didn't get fired like Heinsohn.

One of Auerbach's biggest concerns about him came from his character.

He was too weak, and when the team was slaughtered and slaughtered, Auerbach often followed into the locker room. Sanders' predecessor, Heinsohn, tended to scold players, and Sanders never got angry. So Auerbach broke into the locker room many times last season to replace the coach to do this.

This is not a good practice, and there will be many players who think that Sanders is just Auerbach's puppet.

"Have you found any good players today?" Louis smiled.

"That No. 55 is good." Sanders called by name. "Reggie Theus SG/SF from the University of Nevada, a very mature player, unfortunately the market is too high, and the scouts disagree with me."

Most coaches of today's teams have the right to advise their teams on signings, but Sanders doesn't have that authority.

"Who has a different opinion, K.C?" Louis glanced at Seuss.

Louie was impressed with his ability to handle the ball, and once he got into the paint, his throws were odd but accurate.

"John doesn't agree," Sanders said. "He thinks this guy is playing too selfishly."

Sanders was talking about another chief scout, John Kyrilla, who was not well-received by Louie. This person is extremely conceited and does not listen to other people's opinions.

"There are always people who think they are better than others." Louie knew what Sanders wanted to hear.

Hearing the words, he agreed agreeingly: "Who said no?"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Kirillia walked over with dissatisfaction and said, "The group of people who came to try out today are really useless."

Including Seuss, whom Sanders likes very much, he feels that they are useless.

Sanders held back, and Louie didn't have so many concerns. They were all scouts. Although the other party was the chief scout, he was not in his control.

"Yeah, especially those who wear black training suits, they really don't look distinctive. I don't know who chose them." Louis spoke boldly like an 18-year-old.

Sanders said with a sullen face: "Lu, don't say that, those were all chosen by John."

"Disrespectful sir." Louis laughed, "I'm not targeting you, I just think those people are bad."

Kirillia said dissatisfiedly: "Little boy, don't think that you can make comments casually when you become a scout."

Louie's face is both innocent and innocent: "Isn't the job of a scout just to make an evaluation?"

Kyrilla sneered, "The reason why the Celtics are getting worse and worse is so obvious that even someone like you can become a scout!"

If he said so, Louie's opinion would be even bigger.

What does it have to do with him that the Celtics are so bad?

Did he get Auerbach to trade Westphal?

Did he let the Celtics get nothing out of the 1976 merger?

It was he who asked Auerbach not to give Cowans' good friend Paul Silas (PaulPF/C) a decent market price in order to save money, which caused him to leave the team and let Cowans Sterling "lost my love" and lost his competitive state since then, and started a process of retiring, coming back, retiring and coming back...?

"Mr. Kyrilla is serious. How can the Celtics' failure in recent years be blamed on me? Last month, I was a college student enjoying summer vacation." Louis looked at each other with a smile, "However, if in After me, the Celtics are still slumped, and as a scout, I must be responsible. I just don’t know, which scout should be responsible for the team’s failures and setbacks over the past few years?”

Louie's smiling face and hostile eyes fell on Kirillia.

"Saatchi, which scout do you think is in charge?"

Kirillia was furious, "Oriental, you've crossed the line!"

"John, what are you doing with the child." Seeing Kirillia's disgraced face in front of Louis, Sanders felt relieved, and played the Chinese-style parent on the spot to calm things down.

Kirillia's last indignant look fell on Louis's heart.

He knows that he has recruited an enemy for himself, but he is not a mad dog, nor does he know that he should keep a low profile when he just joined the job, but some humanoid dogs don't know the meaning of respect, Kyrilla is offending others every day, it's just that he accumulated A faint outburst of anger for days.

There will be more in the future.

"You're too messy, Lu!" Sanders was so excited that he didn't say anything, but he really wanted to take his parents to the end, and even taught Louis a lesson.

⑴ Sanders' original name is Thomas Ernest "Satch" Sanders (Thomas Ernest "Satch" Sanders).

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