Pat Riley sits in his office.  His tea has gone cold, its raining outside (clouding up his window) and he's wondering why he even got out of bed at all.  He can't see outside, and if he could it would all be gray anyway.  Then he spots his framed picture on the wall of him, Shaq, and Wade celebrating last season's championship.  And it reminds him that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

[He opens a letter addressed to him, postmarked six weeks back]

Dear Slick,
I wrote you but you still ain't callin.
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom.
I sent two letters back in the autumn, you must not-a got 'em.
There probably was a problem at the post office or something
Sometimes i scribble plays too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up?  Man how's you hip feeling?
I see Shaq's back, I just wanted to let you know there's no hurt feeling.
I miss getting some burn.
I read about your return,
and how you're sorry.
About how you fired me to hog the glory.
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm still your number one fan
I not even mad about that shady shit you did to me last year, man.
I'm still willing to be your assistant.
I got over it quick, and now I just want help you be the champion,
I left that knife in my back
in the past, though it was kinda wack
Anyways, I hope you get this, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan,
This is Stan.

[opens another letter, this one a little more recent] 

Dear Slick,

You still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance,
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer Stan's.
If you didn't want to talk to me after the Rockets game,
you didn't have to, but you could have talked to Stan, that's kinda lame.
That's my little brother man, you don't have to be told,
the way you fired him last season, that was freaking cold.
all those years with you, and you just told him "no".
that's pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking idol;
he wants to be just like you, he likes you more than I do.
I ain't mad though, I just don't like that you lied though.
Remember what you told him in Denver - you said if he stayed loyal,
you would be loyal back - but then you fired him quick,
when it was time to win a championship, right Slick?
I don't know why you had to be such a dick.
And You know what he had to say about you, right?
He said "it's cool, me and my family need to get tight.
And besides, Slick will take care of me, he's alright."
Thing is, he really ain't mad, he doesn't want to fight.
My brother talks about you 24/7
But he don't know like I know you Slick, no one does
He don't know about how it was back on Knicks
When you couldn't see them winning, so you just quit
He still admires you, even after all this shit
you gotta call him man,
He's the biggest asset you'll ever lose, Stan.

-Jeff.   PS: You should be together, too.

[Opens another letter, this one from this morning's mail] 

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