Telling Herb Simon the team stinks and needs to let go of some veterans
You walk in the office of shopping mall magnate Herb Simon, who is seated at his desk pretending to be busy. As you approach, he stands up to greet you with a firm handshake.
“Kevin, my friend, it’s good to see you,” he says. “Just let me finish this important task and we’ll get started.”
He sits back down and clicks once on his Minesweeper screen, hitting a mine. He closes out the window in frustration. He’s mumbling curse words under his breath and slowly regains his composure.
“Is now a bad time?” you ask.
“Hm? Oh, no, of course not,” Simon replies. “You know I always have time for updates about my little team. How’s everything going?”
You tell Herb the path you’re planning to take with the trade deadline approaching.
“Sigh, I’m 88 years old. I’d like to be alive when this team is good again, you know. Well we knew this was a possibility when the season started. I thought they were going to surprise us but if this is what is best for the team, I trust your judgment. Even though I may not like it.”
You thank Herb for his time and leave his office. As you walk away, Herb re-opens Minesweeper and says to himself, “Alright, Herbie, let’s be more careful this time.”
Your phone chimes in the hallway. You have a new email from Myles Turner titled: Final Counter Offer.
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