"What about Reggie Miller?"
A young assistant coach ventured a suggestion. "He's the best shooter in the league, and the Pacers seem to have reached a point where they need a change."
Jerry West immediately shook his head. The man known as The Logo had always judged players with ruthless precision. "Impossible. Larry Bird would never trade the centerpiece of his team to us, especially when we're about to become a potential opponent for them in the Eastern Conference Finals. Besides, Reggie's contract is too big. We can't take it on."
"What about Dell Curry?" someone else suggested. "His contract isn't that big, and there's no questioning his shooting."
"He's too old, and he'd be a huge liability on defense."
Kupchak shot down the suggestion. "We need someone who can play at his peak for at least another two or three years. His defense can't be so bad that we have to use our entire system to cover for him."
The meeting fell briefly silent as everyone searched their minds for a suitable candidate.
They needed a player in his prime with elite shooting ability, a manageable contract, and a team willing to trade him.
Players who fit that description were few and far between in the league.
"I have someone in mind."
After a long silence, Phil Jackson finally spoke. He stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray and swept his gaze across everyone present.
"The Charlotte Hornets'... Glen Rice."
The moment that name came up, everyone's eyes lit up.
Glen Rice!
Any fan who followed the NBA knew that name.
He was one of the purest, most efficient scoring machines in the league.
At six-foot-eight and 220 pounds, he had the ideal build for a swingman.
His career was a shooting textbook brought to life.
Since his days