12th October 2012
It was good to be home even if it was just for a day or two. He was about to say goodbye to life in Charlotte. Mike was going to miss his family until he could fly them out to Sacramento. He certainly wouldn't miss his small apartment. The closest team to him the Bobcats were now going to be a foe. He had been following them ever since he graduated from Duke. Even though he had to endure an awful season last year. His Mom and brother had been able to come visit before he left for Sacramento again.
"I'm still a bit shell shocked actually but on the other hand, I cant wait to start" He told them
"Well I'm just glad that this wont go to waste" his mom said as she pulled the Duke certificate of the wall
"Well he's still running a team that sucks" his brother Mark joked
"Hey. That team has talent and you know it bro."
"Yeah I know. You have alot of work to do though"
"Would I have agreed to it if I didn't think I could do it?"
"You know I'm joking. So are you going to make any moves straightaway?"
"I don't know we will see how the first few games go before I don anything drastic"
"How did they come around to choosing you then?" Mark asked
"Well. Remember about two weeks before graduation I told you that I talked to Mike Krzyzewski. They said they went to Duke and obviously talked to him. Which I couldn't believe that he actually remembered me. He said that I ahd great knowledge of the game without playing it"
"That is amazing. Im quite jealous of you now Bro" Mark Joked
"Well I'm proud of you son." His mom said in a proud tone
"Thanks Mom and you now when I get the chance I'm going to get you guys out to Sacramento when I can. Now I need to start packing and I would love for you to stay but I've got some things to do"
"Okay. Well call us when you land" His Mom demanded as they left the apartment.
Mike had separated two piles of clothes ones to pack and ones to throw away, he had never had the time with the job he had he was always working and was too tired to do things like this.
His phone rung
"Hello"
"Hey bud"
"Tom, Man it's good to hear from you"
"I heard the news, I am psyched for you man, I really am"
"Thanks, Looks like I got a lot of work to do though"
"Yeah I know and with owners like them you better hope you don't screw up or who knows what they might do"
"Your sounding like I just sold my soul to the devil man" He laughed
"Not quite but just watch your back. I'll come out their when I can. This is big time man. Bigger than my semi-successful journalist career. So what now?"
"Well I think I need an advisor. Like a man for second opinions."
"What are you saying man?"
"Fancy joining me in Sacramento. Being my right hand man?"
"Oh....Man! I'd love to."
"Great. If you can't get out there tomorrow just get out when you can."
"Sure"
"That's that sorted out. Now I need a head scout the Maloof's cleared house man. I have to start from scratch.
"I have an Idea man. Are you able to meet me at Time Warner Arena in say an hour?"
"Yeah. I can do that"
"Good. See you then man"
"See You"
As he hanged up the phone what could Tom have planned.
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An Hour Later
As Mike drove up to the Arena he seen Tom standing outside. Tom met him as he left the car.
"Good to see you again man. Wont be driving that much longer" he joked
"Yeah. Likewise."
"So What's the plan?"
"Well I know this guy from my days covering the Bobcats, You know the days when Crash was dominating?"
"Yeah. So where is he?"
"He agreed to meet us in the Arena"
"He better be good. I need good people with a team like this. So you better not be BS'ing me man."
"Hey when have I ever BS'ed you man" He said as they walked through the arena
"When you said Mike Dunleavy could be better than Grant Hill
PRE Injuries" he joked. Another Duke argument.
They seen a tall figure exit the elevator. It was someone they could only dream of seeing. The Owner of the Bobcats standing before them the greatest Michael Jordan. He stopped and scanned over Mike's face.
"Your'e the Kid who's just landed the Sacramento job?"
Again his voice crackled just like on the phone to Maloof.
"Yeah"
"Good luck kid. Your going to need it in this league" said Jordan as he walked away
Mike and Tom looked at each other and then continued to a room. Tom entered.
"This is the guy I was telling you about"
Mike entered the room. He was looking at a man. He was in his mid forty's. He wore a shirt which looked like it hadn't been ironed in a decade with the sleeves rolled up.
"You must be the Mike Ellis everyone is talking about" He said. He had a rough voice. It sounded like he had just stopped smoking.
"Yes pleased to meet you....Mr ?"
"Myers, Ed Myers. Tom has told me you need a Head scout. Listen kid I've been around a long time. I've had gigs at a lot of teams. I remember my days in Boston. I gave them opinions on Paul Pierce for god sakes and Im still looking for credit for that one. Tom has talked me into helping you. I'm glad to be on board. We have alot of work to do. Tom has my number. I'll meet you in Sacramento tomorrow. I have some errands to run so I have to make this brief. So I'll see you soon. Both of you." He turned round and walked out the door
Mike didn't even get a chance to discuss his plans but he knew Tom they had been friends all their life. He trusted him.
He has the personnel. Now it was time to put the Kings back on the map.