After that slip of the tongue, Ewing had clearly learned his lesson. He didn't rush to commit, only promising to discuss the feasibility of establishing such a department with the Players' Union and the NBA.
But you could tell his mood had improved considerably. His attitude grew much warmer, and he held Chen Yu back to chat for a while.
"Chen, your speech on TV was awesome. You were right, the Magic's medical staff are a bunch of butchers. Just look at poor Penny and what they did to him. That's a garbage team. You couldn't pay me enough to play for them."
Ewing ranted, a wide grin on his face.
The mention of Hardaway made Chen Yu think of Boston.
'It's been a week, hasn't it? I still haven't heard anything.'
To his surprise, the very next day, just as he arrived at the airport to head back to Orlando, Chen Yu got a call from Boston.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Chen Yu asked about McCardel.
