So when Hardaway ran into Old Miller in the parking lot—they'd arrived at the same time—and then followed an attendant's directions to find Chen Yu by the track, he was completely dumbfounded to see the massive crowd of players.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Old Miller's jaw nearly hit the floor.
'Did the NBA change the rules? Are all the teams coming to Phoenix for their games now?'
'Otherwise, why am I seeing Nowitzki?'
"Just wait over there." Chen Yu pointed resignedly toward the equipment room. "There are chairs. Grab one yourself."
Hardaway nodded dazedly, grabbed J Kidd, and asked what was going on.
He wasn't surprised to see the guys from the Nuggets. After seeing how hard the Nuggets rode their starters yesterday, he knew why they were here.
But the Mavericks?
'Aren't they supposed to be in Minnesota?'
"Don't even ask," J Kidd said with an exasperated sigh, and proceeded to explain the situation to Hardaway.
