The Rest, Only Noise

The latest website: This year, the Knicks preseason training camp returned to the State University of New York at Stony Brook.

Compared to the past, the Knicks coaching staff has some small changes.

Daniel Dillon, a strength trainer who has played for the team for many years, has been poached.

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

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

When they were poached, the Louis were in China, and the Blazers charged twice as much, and Baylor didn't think they were worth the money, and it wasn't a big deal, so he didn't say hello to Louis.

The lack of two trainers has a noticeable impact on training.

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

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

If there is someone who shoots very well in his playing days and wants to teach people how to shoot, Louie will definitely not agree.

It's like asking Jordan to be the coach, "What's so hard about making a lore, why don't you stay in the air for half a second, 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 to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, they are mediocre, and their participation will also affect the quality of training.

Before the trainer is in place, it can only be done for a while.

As in previous years, Louie raised the need to defend the title and let the newcomer give up his fantasy.

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

After Louis said that, he nodded to Tomjanovich.

Tomjanovich stepped forward and said, "A few minutes of rest, and the 1991-1992 New York Knicks draft will begin."

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

John Sally explained it to him enthusiastically.

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

Chris Jackson was silent, and it was obvious that he wanted to talk to someone, but there wasn't a single 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 in private."

"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 is obviously exaggerating.

If nothing else, Ewing has many friends on the team.

For example, Stockton, Ewing and him are iron best friends, and Reggie Williams, Georgetown's junior brother, if it is not aimed at renewing the front line with senior, the Knicks will definitely be useless Such a small contract locks him up.

Wilson was also a famous courtesan.

But Jackson doesn't need the truth right now, he needs to settle into the Knicks at ease.

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

Ewing and Wilson have changed from robbing people in the early days to only choosing to be friends with themselves.

Like newcomers Maxwell, Hikma and Jackson, only Hikma was chosen.

Shekma has the good character of McHale and Rohos, and can quickly integrate into any environment.

Maxwell and Jackson were not selected.

"Can you guys not be so narrow-minded and exclude newcomers!" Brad Rohos joked.

Ewing said coldly, "I just want these people."

Wilson's emotional intelligence is obviously higher than his, he explained with a smile: "You just came today, we are not very familiar with it, in a few days, I will be familiar with your technical characteristics and I will invite you to join my team. ."

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

"What do you know? I'm a nuclear weapon!" Rohos shouted brazenly, "Do you understand the gold content of a seven-foot guard?"

Ewing took up his words sarcastically: "Yes, we are fairly evenly distributed like this. If he joins in, the situation will be out of balance."

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

The truth can only be slowly discovered by Maxwell himself.

By the time the first intra-team matchup began, Maxwell, like Jackson, was struck by how competitive the Knicks were.

Confrontation, physical contact, fighting, scrambling to the ground, trash talking.

Everyone is spouting trash talk.

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

So that's what they were doing when they were training?

What Maxwell saw was another message.

This team can't tolerate cowards and soft eggs, otherwise, not only will it be difficult to play, but it will not even be able to play in the team's competition.

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

None of them will be drafted into the team until they get the nod from Ewing or Wilson.

"CJ." Louie called.

Chris Jackson turned around.

"Let's talk?" Louis asked.

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

Louie and Jackson stayed away from intra-team rivalries.

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

Jackson replied as usual: "Everything is better than I thought."

"What about your family?" Louis asked tentatively.

"Very good." Jackson hesitated before answering reluctantly.

Louie learns both inside and out about Chris Jackson's origins, knowing that he was one of the most insane college basketball players in LSU history, and that his family—mostly him mother, who was strongly against his going to Louisiana State.

Jackson's mother prefers that he go to Georgetown and Las Vegas, by disguising his signature and falsely claiming that he is ready to commit to one of the two schools.

As a result, Jackson broke down with his mother and spent two years alone at LSU before entering the NBA draft.

"I used to have a bad relationship with my mother." Louie saw through Jackson's thoughts, "I don't understand that she keeps hitting me. In fact, I still can't understand why she hit me so often in the first place. I only made one small mistake, she was holding the belt like my dad...you've had that experience, haven't you?"

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

"Really?" Louis looked surprised.

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

Louis asked seriously, "So have you really dealt with your family?"

Hearing this, Jackson fell into silence again.

Worse than that, his mood went up and down, and after that, Louie saw him blink quickly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his fingers trembled.

"Fuck!" he whispered.

"what?"

Louie couldn't believe that someone who knew how to use honorifics to seniors would suddenly utter foul language.

"Fuck!" Jackson stomped, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck..."

It was only then that Louis realized that he was ill.

He tried to reach out to control him, but Jackson pushed him away: "Fuck! Don't touch me, you bastard!"

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

For the first time after Louis crossed, he didn't respond after being scolded in person.

He now knew how serious the problem was.

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

"Are you all right?" Louis asked.

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

"I know, that's not your intention." Louie faced Jackson's eyes, "To avoid misunderstanding, you must tell everyone that you have this problem."

Jackson nodded: "I will."

"CJ, I made this deal knowing that 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 advise you to take medicine. If you do not agree, I also respect your personal wishes. However, if your condition affects training or competition, I will prohibit you from participating in training. , and won't let you out," Louie 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 special games, so from today, I will be your trainer."

"When you are emotionally stable, I will arrange for you to train. As long as you can complete my training targets without compromise, I will let your talent bloom in the league."

"thank you, sir."

"Listen to me, take some medicine." Louie said earnestly, "You just...was so scary."

Even after Louie persuaded him for a long time, Chris Jackson still decided to leave the matter to the Lord.

Louie just doesn't **** understand, doesn't the Lord **** speak science?

It stands to reason that he should be the most unscientific person on earth, because he is a traveler. But even he believes in science. No matter how the **** you believe in the Lord, you have to start from reality, right?

Although Louie was full of Zaun words, he didn't intend to use them to greet Chris Jackson.

After all, he had just experienced the other party's illness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ blinking, twitching, shaking hands, and then uncontrollably going rough. Seriously, who wouldn't be afraid when he saw that scene?

Why on earth would he make that deal with the Celtics? Why do you have to be greedy for that little bit of cheapness?

Louie begins to regret it, and heartily thinks that revenge against Dave Gavitt is not enough.

Isn't that just letting the Celtics trade two All-Stars for two parallel imports? Where is this, is it comparable to the horror that Louis has just experienced?

Louie decided that as long as the **** who gave birth to a son without an **** and lacked his ancestor's great virtue stayed in Boston for one day, he would be at odds with the Celtics, what the **** was repaying the old love, he read it for so many years , what about the other party? Sending a mental illness back to him, what kind of old love is this?

The more Jackson frightened Louie, the angrier Louie became that he made that deal.

At this point, whether Reed Auerbach knows the inside story is not important, there is only one important thing, his life is not comfortable, and everyone in the Celtics management should not think about it.