"I'm going to the Lakers!!!" Stephen Curry glared with wide, round eyes at Dell Curry, refusing to back down.
"Kid! You're guaranteed to go in the top three! If Griffin and Thabeet weren't such freaks this year, you'd be a lock for number one! The Lakers can't get the first pick!" Dell Curry felt his heart ache.
Dell Curry's feelings were complicated.
He'd thought it would be a huge achievement if his skinny son could make it to professional basketball. Instead, little Curry had become one of this year's top three draft prospects.
The top high school player in the country, an NCAA champion after joining college, and in the finals he'd scored 31 points, dished out 7 assists, hit 6 three-pointers, and won Most Valuable Player.
Curry was hailed as a combination of Kobe and Nash! He had Kobe's shooting and Nash's effortless flair! The most naturally gifted point guard of the next era!
Dell Curry was delighted that his son was doing so well, of course, but little Curry stubbornly insisted that he wouldn't play for any team but the Lakers. That gave Dell Curry a huge headache.
There were a few possible outcomes of this behavior.
One was that a lot of teams wouldn't invite Curry for a tryout, his draft stock would plummet, and some fringe team would eventually scoop him up with a later pick.
Another possibility was that a team near the top of the draft would simply take Curry, after which he'd clash with the team and get DNP'd.
Was there any chance he could join the Lakers?
Very little. If the other teams found out the Lakers wanted him, they'd definitely block him from joining.
"I don't care! Big Brother Kobe will take care of everything! Even if I have to back