"Uncle, where did your mind wander off to?" Brown snorted, "The answer is an ironing board, I knew you'd think something crooked, just like Frye, you're both nothing but pretenders to decency!"
Whitney stared at Brown incredulously, then turned to Yu Fei.
Yu Fei shrugged and said, "That's just some weird game he's gotten into recently."
Riddles with sexual innuendos? Whitney sighed, MJ was still too soft on these young players.
It was Yu Fei's idea to have Brown and Whitney interact more.
Whitney was the team's unwavering starting point guard, and Brown was a bit prone to fumbling, so communicating more with Whitney, like this pre-game training where he came to the court early to get tips, could inform Whitney on how best to pass the ball to Brown and perhaps reduce the frequency of his butterfingers.
Thanks to Jordan, Brown was now thoroughly devoid of any first pick attitude, very obedient and teachable; he did whatever Whitney told him during training.
