Introducing, the Toronto Raptors!
Beep, Beep, Beep
As I woke up and slammed off my alarm, I started to get the shivers. Today was the day; the day I started my coaching and GM career for the Raptors. Eager to get this day rolling, I jumped out of bed, threw my socks and shirt on, and ran out the door like the last day of school.
Driving down the 401, passing the CN tower, the subway, and other landmarks, I started to feel more and more nervous. What will they think of me? How will I get this team turned around? Will I make it as a GM?
About twenty minutes have passed, and I pull up and park my Subaru in the spot clearly marked "Raptors GM". My own spot. As I park, I look up and see this beautiful woman standing by the doors. I wave shyly to her, wondering who she is and how I'm going to introduce myself.
I start to introduce myself, brushing off the nerves.
"Hi, My names.."
"I know who you are, Noah. My names Samantha." says Samantha. "I trust you'll be able to find the way to the dressing room. Everyone is waiting! You better hurry, as the first game is in a few days and you still have to set everything up!"
"Whoa, Is this really happening. No time to waste I guess. Where are the boys?" I ask, barley finishing my morning coffee.
"Right this way" she replies with a grin. "Everyone is eager to meet you."
After a few turns and hallways, we finally reach the locker room. Looking around, I realize that this isn't a dream anymore, this is reality. And being such, I have to step my game up.
"Ah, the GM is in the house!" shouts Lowry as he throws a towel at Novak.
"I told you he wasn't going to be late!" joked DeRozan, pointing at Johnson. "You sir, owe me 5 bucks!".
"Well, I guess I should introduce myself guys. My name's Noah. I've been following you guys, er I guess I should say... the Raptors... forever! I know exactly what you need, and how to get it. Lets start off with the starters next game." I said with a stern voice.
As I walked over to the chalk board and started to write down names, I felt the Coach me overpower the GM in me.
"Alright, as we have it... Lowry, you'll be starting at PG. I expect at least 5 assists from you per game. The first 3 games will be your test. Augustin, how do you feel about backing him up?"
"You know I got you coach. Expect those assists to come ASAP." Lowry shouted with a strict voice.
"Alright. As for PF... I'm thinking it will be a battle between Hansbroughand Johnson. We will start off with you, Hansbrough. Johnson, you'll come off the bench as 6th man. I expect at least 8 boards from you Tyler, as well as 10 points. Johnson, I'm expecting 5 boards and 5 points. Impress me." I stated with emphasis
Shooting Guard, DeRozan thats your spot. You know the drill. 15 points minimum per game, while grabbing at least 5 boards. Small forward goes to Gay. Don't be shy to take the shots. I want at least 1 three-pointer a game, hit or miss. Valanciunas, you're starting Center. Get the boards" I barked.
Midway though, I heard groans and sighs. When asked what was wrong, Fields snapped "I want to be starter!"
"Show me what you got in the next few games, and we'll see." I replied angerly.
"Rest of you will play role's. That means you Novak, Fields, Gray, Ross, Daye, Acey and Richardson. If you don't like it, feel free to come and meet me in my office so we can make suitable arrangements. I know people who would Love to be on the team, regardless of the role they play."
As I look at the time, I realize its 6:45 pm. Where does the time go. After some shooting drills and plays, I tell the crew to go home, get rest, and prepare for our first game against the Boston Celtics.
Beep, Beep, Beep
As I woke up and slammed off my alarm, I started to get the shivers. Today was the day; the day I started my coaching and GM career for the Raptors. Eager to get this day rolling, I jumped out of bed, threw my socks and shirt on, and ran out the door like the last day of school.
Driving down the 401, passing the CN tower, the subway, and other landmarks, I started to feel more and more nervous. What will they think of me? How will I get this team turned around? Will I make it as a GM?
About twenty minutes have passed, and I pull up and park my Subaru in the spot clearly marked "Raptors GM". My own spot. As I park, I look up and see this beautiful woman standing by the doors. I wave shyly to her, wondering who she is and how I'm going to introduce myself.
I start to introduce myself, brushing off the nerves.
"Hi, My names.."
"I know who you are, Noah. My names Samantha." says Samantha. "I trust you'll be able to find the way to the dressing room. Everyone is waiting! You better hurry, as the first game is in a few days and you still have to set everything up!"
"Whoa, Is this really happening. No time to waste I guess. Where are the boys?" I ask, barley finishing my morning coffee.
"Right this way" she replies with a grin. "Everyone is eager to meet you."
After a few turns and hallways, we finally reach the locker room. Looking around, I realize that this isn't a dream anymore, this is reality. And being such, I have to step my game up.
"Ah, the GM is in the house!" shouts Lowry as he throws a towel at Novak.
"I told you he wasn't going to be late!" joked DeRozan, pointing at Johnson. "You sir, owe me 5 bucks!".
"Well, I guess I should introduce myself guys. My name's Noah. I've been following you guys, er I guess I should say... the Raptors... forever! I know exactly what you need, and how to get it. Lets start off with the starters next game." I said with a stern voice.
As I walked over to the chalk board and started to write down names, I felt the Coach me overpower the GM in me.
"Alright, as we have it... Lowry, you'll be starting at PG. I expect at least 5 assists from you per game. The first 3 games will be your test. Augustin, how do you feel about backing him up?"
"You know I got you coach. Expect those assists to come ASAP." Lowry shouted with a strict voice.
"Alright. As for PF... I'm thinking it will be a battle between Hansbroughand Johnson. We will start off with you, Hansbrough. Johnson, you'll come off the bench as 6th man. I expect at least 8 boards from you Tyler, as well as 10 points. Johnson, I'm expecting 5 boards and 5 points. Impress me." I stated with emphasis
Shooting Guard, DeRozan thats your spot. You know the drill. 15 points minimum per game, while grabbing at least 5 boards. Small forward goes to Gay. Don't be shy to take the shots. I want at least 1 three-pointer a game, hit or miss. Valanciunas, you're starting Center. Get the boards" I barked.
Midway though, I heard groans and sighs. When asked what was wrong, Fields snapped "I want to be starter!"
"Show me what you got in the next few games, and we'll see." I replied angerly.
"Rest of you will play role's. That means you Novak, Fields, Gray, Ross, Daye, Acey and Richardson. If you don't like it, feel free to come and meet me in my office so we can make suitable arrangements. I know people who would Love to be on the team, regardless of the role they play."
As I look at the time, I realize its 6:45 pm. Where does the time go. After some shooting drills and plays, I tell the crew to go home, get rest, and prepare for our first game against the Boston Celtics.
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