It was sometime last summer. Early June, maybe. My phone lights up and I see the name flash on the screen:
James Harden
James and I have been good friends ever since we played together in the McDonalds All-American game in 2007, but I wasnt sure why he would be calling me on a random weekday afternoon. I picked up, and before I could even say anything, James started in with:
Are you signing with us, or what?
No Hey, hows it going? or anything like that. All business.
He knew I was a free agent, and I guess he didnt really care that I wouldnt be able to make a final decision for another month. He told me that he needed a playmaker who could create off the dribble, make plays for others and take some of the load off of his shoulders.
Thats all you! he said.
I was definitely intrigued. For years, wed talked about how fun it would be to play on the same team. I told James Id think about it.
Almost the second I hung up, my phone lit up again. This time it was Trevor Ariza.
Are you signing with us, or what?
It was like a coordinated attack. I was like, Wow, these guys arent messing around. Trevor told me how much Id benefit from the teams training program swearing that Id feel like I was 10 years younger. After he talked about the city for a few minutes, we hung up.
I figured that would be that. But then, around the same time the very next afternoon
buzzzzzzz.
James Harden
And thats how it went almost every day until the start of free agency on July 1. (I signed with the Rockets shortly after.) James and Trevor, calling me, recruiting me, telling me that I was the missing piece.