Well there is always summer league

You walk around your alma mater getting ready to hoop for the Charlotte Hornets summer league team. This was your home for a few years and now you were getting ready to give them a show.

You walk into the arena. You see all of the top drafted guys getting flatter and woo by the nation reporters. You move past them not one batting their eyes at you.

You went into the team locker room putting on your uniform. You wore number 24 for Kobe Bryant, your idol growing up.

You tied your Jordans when the summer league coach walked in. He's a twenty something black guy who used to be an assistant for the San-Antonio Spurs.

He said in a soft voice. "I'm sorry to inform you guys our starting point guard got food poisoning last night. So I been we reworking our starting five."

Your teammates look at each other wondering who would be interjected into the starting lineup. You look at the coach whom eyes shifted to yours.

"John Doe. I'm putting you in for tonight. If you fail we all fail. Now team we running a run and gun system." He look around at everyone. "When you're in. Try to get the board or steal and run it toward the basket for a lay it. If the lanes is clogged, pass out to the open man for a three. If no one is open run our sets. Now let's go out there and show we are better than those damn Knicks."