MJ: Hey, guys! How's it going?LB: Uh, Michael? What are you doing here?
MJ: I figured I'd come by and see how things are going, especially since I know this town pretty well. Lots of great memories. There was this time B.J. Armstrong and I went to Lawry's steak house in drag and ordered Big Macs until they kicked us out. Man, that was something.
LB: Look, that's great, Mike, but we've got to get on with shootaround...
MJ: Doug Collins used to let me run the shootaround. I'd make Sam Vincent stand under the basket with his hands straight up so Oak and I could practice posterizing dudes. Of course, Oak never did it in a game. You want me to run that part of shootaround so we can get Crash up to speed on his posterizing skills again?
LB: I don't think that's a real skill. It's more something that just kind of happens...
MJ: I was able to work on it and get better at it. Why can't these guys? I guess they just don't have my drive, huh?
LB: Sure, sure, Michael. Look, I've got a lot of work to do. Our offense sucks, and I haven't figured out how to make it work with the players we have.
MJ: Well, you know... I could always... I mean, if you want me to...
LB: You would? You'd suit up again?
MJ: Oh, hell no! I was talking about trading Boris and Raja for Stephen Jackson and Ronny Turiaf. It wouldn't solve our offense's problems, but it might actually make us even better on defense.
LB: Mike? I just fed that to Stein in a desperate attempt to motivate Boris to get back in shape, lest he be sent to that mess of a situation in Oakland.
MJ: Oh. In that case, carry on. Say, where's Ajinca? I want to show him what happens when I show up unannounced at Niketown!