On the morning of September 28, dawn filtered through the thin clouds and gently spilled across the earth.
The clock had just struck nine when Goodwin drove one of his family's sports cars toward the Boston Training Facility at breakneck speed.
Today was an important day—the Boston Celtics' training camp was officially beginning.
When Goodwin's car came to a steady stop outside the training facility, he strode inside with eager anticipation.
Originally, Goodwin had confidently assumed he would be the first to arrive, but the sight before him when he entered the court left him somewhat surprised.
Giannis Antetokounmpo and Nikola Jokic were already there, and the copious sweat streaming down their bodies made it clear that they had been training for quite some time.
Goodwin then felt deeply gratified, because once he retired, the Boston Celtics would be entrusted to these two.
"Giannis, Jokic, good morning!" Goodwin greeted them with a smile.
The two, who had been fully focused on their training, immediately stopped what they were doing at the sound of his voice and turned around in unison as if by reflex.
The moment they saw that their boss, Goodwin, had arrived, radiant smiles bloomed across their faces, and they quickly walked toward him.
"Boss, I missed you so much!" Giannis Antetokounmpo rushed up first and gave Goodwin an enthusiastic hug.
"Boss!" Nikola Jokic followed close behind, refusing to be outdone as he wrapped Goodwin in a tight embrace.
Goodwin, however, wore a helpless expression as he muttered to himself, Don't these two see how sweaty they are before hugging me like this?
Sure, I'll be sweating later too, but I only allow my own sweat to soak my skin.
Still, he said aloud, "Alright, alright, enough with the mushiness. Since you got here early, let's have a