Tired of hearing about all of this, you decide to give in.

"You know, what, George? I'll do it!"

"You sure?" George says, looking surprised.

"I'm sure! Let's do this!"

"You don't want to think this over?"

Ignoring him, you take out your phone, and get the trade done.

"There, it's done. You got your wish. You happy?" you tell George.

Stunned, he takes out his phone, dials, and puts it to his ear.

"Yeah? Vivek? He accepted. He took the bait. I know. I can't believe it either, he didn't give me a chance. Yeah. OK." he looks over at you like he just saw a ghost. "It's for you."

Not sure what's going on, you take the phone.

"This is Vlade."

"Vlade, this is Vivek Ranadive, from the Sacramento Kings. You didn't really take that trade did you?"

"I did."

Silence overtakes the line.

"Is that a problem?"

"It was a test, Vlade! I told him you wouldn't do it! George didn't even want that trade. Clean out your office. This isn't your team."

You hear the phone slam on the other side, and hang your head in shame.

You've Kupchak-ed yourself, and therefore wrecked yourself….

THE END