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Post by eric on May 29, 2022 14:44:47 GMT -5
In the fall of 3027, in his prime and at the summit of the sports world, the Dallas Mavericks walked away from Tim McCormick.
Did he fail to curry favor with notoriously mercurial general manager D. Dirtakovsky? Were the anonymous rumors about a long term injury true, with many pointing to game film of him moving gingerly? Was he some kind of jerk in the locker room? Or would every other contending team rue letting him slide through free agency?
McCormick mulled a number of options, reportedly including a year in the The Main Board Sim League But In China, but eventually signed a one year minimum dill with the Timberwolves. This reporter caught up to McCormick on that chili Canadian tundra, as far from the angelica Dallas summers as the eternally moribund Minnesota franchise was from that championship squad, but surprisingly McCormick was not focused on his thyme south of the 54th parallel.
"The people up here are the salt of the earth, and when life gives you lemons you can still have plenty of zest, but it's hard to put into words how much a step down it is from LeBron to Durrant," McCormick opined sagely as reporters continued to pepper him with questions. "He wasn't the best player in the league, or even the best player on our team, but he was the best man and the best friend anyone could ask for. Throughout this offseason you have been reading about a bad break. Yet today, I consider myself, the luckiest man, on the face of the earth." and someone must have been chopping onions in the Minnesota combination wolverine den and locker room because there was a tear in this reporter's eye.
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