12-6-2012
“How do you take your coffee?”
Andy flashed a small grin at owner Robert Sarver, trying his best not to appear as nervous as he was. He’d lost sleep thinking about this meeting, wondering if Sarver was going to try and force him out … the Suns were the surprise team of the NBA and Andy wanted to see things through.
“I don’t drink coffee,” he said with a dry mouth.
Sarver looked at him curiously. “What do you drink?”
“Green tea, actually.”
Sarver shrugged and ordered himself one coffee. The two were meeting in some swanky club in downtown Phoenix that Andy had no idea existed before today. The place was decked out in silver and gold tones, the tables made of a very expensive and dark looking wood.
Andy felt like he needed a few more zeroes on the end of his paycheck just to get into this place.
“Andy, I want to pick your brain,” Sarver said as his coffee arrived. He picked it up and took a sip out of it, his face lighting up. “Best coffee in the state.”
Andy cleared his throat. “Feel free to ask anything,” he said as his hands gripped the bottom of the table.
Sarver set his cup down. “The Gordon trade … your idea, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
Sarver nodded. “Say we don’t want to keep Gordon … that we want to move in a different direction. Where would you send him and what would you get?”
Andy stared at him. “Why would we want to send Gordon away?”
“Just entertain the notion,” Sarver said dismissively.
Andy put aside his growing sense of panic and focused on the question. “Well … what are we looking for?”
“Someone in the frontcourt.”
Andy thought for a moment, his mind working on the problem. Gordon was young, talented, and was performing well. His stock was high at the moment but his position, shooting guard, was not one in high demand across the league.
“I could trade him to the Jazz for Favors and Burks I think.”
Sarver narrowed his eyes. “And what if they don’t want to part with Favors?”
“Then I could send him to the Hawks for Josh Smith. We’d have to bring another team in to help them unload Louis Williams and get back a power forward, but it could be done. Smith isn’t guaranteed to stay with the Hawks and they would love to have a young gun like Gordon locked in for a few years as they let him and Horford run a good pick and roll.” Andy leaned back in his chair. “Are you concerned about the money?”
Sarver frowned. “I’m always concerned about the money.”
“We’re under the cap and we’re nowhere near the luxury tax. We’ll be fine,” Andy assured him.
Sarver took a sip of his coffee and set it down. “Let me ask you something else … not business related.” He set the cup down and whispered, “Do you ever think about that day?”
Andy took a moment to judge the question. Was it genuine? Was it some sort of test?
He decided to treat it like it was genuine. “Often,” he admitted.
Sarver seemed to want to say something else but his phone vibrated. He looked at it and grumbled. “I have to go … but this was a nice
conversation.”
Andy blinked at him. “What the hell was this about?”
Sarver smirked. “A good businessman does research … that’s what this was.
Research and coffee, Andy.” He waved the waiter over and told him to put it on his tab. With that he stood. “You can go ahead and order whatever else you’d like for the road … I recommend the French toast. They’ll put it on my tab.”
Andy stood as well, his mind not grasping what was going on. “This was research?”
Sarver wagged a finger at him and kept walking. “We’ll talk again,” he said over his shoulder.
Andy was now alone.
He sat down and waved the waiter over.
“French toast and your best glass of chocolate milk,” he ordered.
The waiter looked at him questioningly. “Chocolate milk, sir?”
“Actually … just make it a chocolate milkshake.”
The waiter offered a small grin. “Very good, sir.” He left.
If Sarver was going to pay for his breakfast, he might as well make it a damned good one.
Sarver at least owned him that much if he wasn’t going to explain anything else.