Post by The Posterizer on Nov 25, 2006 12:24:39 GMT -5
7:00 AM- Monta woke up to the sound of his alarm, buzzing and beeping to force Monta to wake up. He began is morning rituals, as if it was like any other morning. But he knew it wasn't the same. He went for his usual 2 mile jog, bringing a Powerbar and a gatorade along with him. After he got home he began to stretch, then began his jump ropping routine. Normal jumping for 5 minutes, left leg for 2 minutes, right leg for 2 minutes, then switching off legs for 3 minutes. Monta then lifts weights for another 15 minutes and is finally done.
8:15 AM- Monta takes a shower then calls his agent. They discuss things such as football and their favorite basketball teams. Money has not come up in any conversations lately, Monta thinks of his agent more as a friend then a negotiater. Monta then decides to call AND1, who is probably so annoyed with Monta's constant questions that he is about ready to suspend him for annoyance. As he calls him AND1 picks up the phone and he says, "Pack your things, your first game is today". Monta didn't know what to say. He knew he would find out his team, but playing an actual game today seemed out of this world.
11:00 AM- After he rushed to pack a bag full of clothes he did not even look at, he brushed his teeth, grabbed his phone and his IPod, and was out the door to the airport. His plane left at 12:00, so he had little time to spare. When he got to the airport, it was 11:43 AM, just in time. He walked until it came to be 11:55, then he was all-out sprinting to find this gate, A-8. Finally he found it, lucky for him the plane was out of gas so they had to fill it up.
1:30 PM- Monta landed and a Limosuine driver held up a sign saying, "The Future". Monta knew that that was his nickname. He earned that nickname from a Sports Illustrated writer who called Monta the future of the NBA. So much for that prediction. The driver said the drive would take 2 hours and the game started at 5:30. Monta then laid back comfortably into his seat, poured a glass of provided Seven-Up, and began watching a movie on his IPod. 2 hours later he pulled up to the stadium. He could see fans waiting by the door. The Limo driver took him around the back to the Players Entrance. As he entered, he knew this was his future, he knew this was where he belonged...
8:15 AM- Monta takes a shower then calls his agent. They discuss things such as football and their favorite basketball teams. Money has not come up in any conversations lately, Monta thinks of his agent more as a friend then a negotiater. Monta then decides to call AND1, who is probably so annoyed with Monta's constant questions that he is about ready to suspend him for annoyance. As he calls him AND1 picks up the phone and he says, "Pack your things, your first game is today". Monta didn't know what to say. He knew he would find out his team, but playing an actual game today seemed out of this world.
11:00 AM- After he rushed to pack a bag full of clothes he did not even look at, he brushed his teeth, grabbed his phone and his IPod, and was out the door to the airport. His plane left at 12:00, so he had little time to spare. When he got to the airport, it was 11:43 AM, just in time. He walked until it came to be 11:55, then he was all-out sprinting to find this gate, A-8. Finally he found it, lucky for him the plane was out of gas so they had to fill it up.
1:30 PM- Monta landed and a Limosuine driver held up a sign saying, "The Future". Monta knew that that was his nickname. He earned that nickname from a Sports Illustrated writer who called Monta the future of the NBA. So much for that prediction. The driver said the drive would take 2 hours and the game started at 5:30. Monta then laid back comfortably into his seat, poured a glass of provided Seven-Up, and began watching a movie on his IPod. 2 hours later he pulled up to the stadium. He could see fans waiting by the door. The Limo driver took him around the back to the Players Entrance. As he entered, he knew this was his future, he knew this was where he belonged...
