Spoelstra shook his head, turned off the computer, and prepared to sleep.
But at that moment, his phone rang again.
Fortunately, Spoelstra was single, otherwise, his partner would definitely think he was cheating. No calls during the day, but one after another at midnight.
Picking up the phone, Spoelstra glanced at the caller ID, and this time it was Stoudemire.
"Amar'e?"
"I knew you definitely weren't asleep yet."
"Tell me, who on the team doesn't know about this?"
"Hahaha, your diligence is well known throughout the team. Roger told us you're either watching tapes at midnight or hanging out with the cheerleaders. Damn, why does the league even prohibit coaches from interacting with cheerleaders."
"Damn Roger, his mouth wouldn't stop even with all the delicacies. So, what's up?"
"Reminding you to sleep early."
"Anything else?"
"Send me a video analysis; I want to stop Shaq!"
Spoelstra laughed, does this kid even know what he's saying?
