"...You said you were going to help me turn around Cleveland's bad luck, what the hell was that just now?"
James felt a whirlwind of emotions, and despite his previous claims that he would join forces with Davis to reverse Cleveland's misfortune, it was never meant to be like this, as a subordinate providing assistance.
It was nothing more than polite rhetoric to ease internal relations.
James knew there were those on the team who were jealous of him, they had no idea what he had done in high school to earn such hype and pursuit.
Now, Davis was ostensibly asking for the ball, but in reality, he was reaffirming his own status on the team.
Suppressing his displeasure, James said, "No problem, Ricky."
Ricky Davis got the ball possession he demanded.
The Sprewell in front of him was clawing fiercely, pressuring him like a wild beast.