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Chapter 250: The Weight Of Leadership
🕑 Added 2025-07-21 15:21:44 +0000 UTCAfter Shaquille O’Neal signed a one-year, $8 million deal with the Knicks, GM Donnie Walsh finally let out a long sigh of relief:
“Well… at least we hit the league’s salary floor.”
However, instead of earning praise, the move drew even more skepticism. The Knicks, already underestimated, became a running joke in some circles. Especially after Shaq passed on the Celtics, Kevin Garnett couldn’t help but take a jab:
“Man, Shaq’s ambition got eaten up by rap. He went to New York to make music and eat pizza.”
Of course, KG was half-joking. But even David Stern, who’d quietly hoped to see Lin Yi’s star rise in a stable environment, couldn’t help but shake his head.
What the hell is going on in New York?
The once big-spending Knicks had somehow turned into one of the cheapest teams overnight — and everybody knew Shaq wasn’t about to transform the franchise at this stage of his career.
People were asking:
What’s the plan here? Where’s the ambition? What happened to that New York big money?
Even Coach D’Antoni was baffled by management’s strategy — and would’ve completely lost it if Lin hadn’t gotten on the phone to talk him down. Thankfully, Lin broke it all down, and after listening, even D’Antoni could admit the logic behind it. Still, he wasn’t exactly thrilled.
Lin knew the roster wasn’t nearly as bad as it looked. The real purpose of signing Shaq was simply to meet the salary floor. Other teams like Philly would pull the same trick in future years. It was about preserving flexibility and giving their young core time to grow. Walsh had just seized an opportunity.
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Lin was still in L.A., grinding through his offseason training when his agent, Zhong Muchen, called.
After a successful South Africa World Cup promo run that netted Lin $7.35 million, Zhong quietly pocketed his cut with Lin's permission and was already thinking about what came next.
Ring
Lin figured it was Zhong calling to talk about another endorsement deal he forgot — but instead, it was about Shawn Livingston.
“Hey Lin,” Shawn said when they connected.
“What’s up, Shawn?” Lin asked.
“The Knicks want me to bulk up… but with my injury history, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Wanted to hear your thoughts,” Livingston explained.
Lin smiled. Ah… so he called to vent.
“Shawn, you need to put on a little weight. Right now, your frame’s too light — even guards can muscle you around. But yeah, you’ve gotta be smart about it,” Lin said.
“But my knees can’t handle too much extra weight,” Livingston countered.
“Then you adapt your game,” Lin replied.
Shawn hesitated. “But I’m a guard… how do I even get by people without quick changes of direction?”
Lin chuckled. “Who says you need to break people down one-on-one? You’re 6’7” with a crazy wingspan and great touch. Cross half-court, get the ball to the main playmaker, cut without the ball, and focus on mastering that mid-range jumper. Nobody’s blocking you if you shoot it right. And when you post up smaller guards? Easy money.”
Lin had always admired Livingston’s unique skill set — the kind of mid-range assassin who shot over smaller defenders at will. People called him a defensive liability early in his career, but that was more about mindset and usage than ability.
At barely 78 kilos after his injury, Livingston was way too light. Even Pat weighed 83 at his lightest. Down the line, Shawn would stabilize between 90 and 95 kilos and stay healthy.
“The key,” Lin added, “is to stop playing like the old you. Stop trying to be flashy. You’re not that dude anymore. If you play smarter, you’ll stay on the floor.”
Shawn listened quietly, then let out a breath. He sounded more at ease by the end of the call. Lin’s talk made it clear: the Knicks valued him and wanted him to succeed, just differently than before.
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After that, Lin took time to call the other new guys one by one and talked while sharing tips. It was his duty as the leader to make sure everyone was handled well and on the same page.
He told Stephenson to keep drilling corner threes and straight-on shots, using his natural athleticism to his advantage. If Wilson Chandler didn’t step up that summer, Stephenson might just take his spot.
For Tony Allen, Lin just said: “Focus on your mid-range around the free-throw line. Don’t let your offense kill us — your defense speaks for itself.”
Whiteside? Lin told him to work on his core strength, keep his weight around 118 kilos, and learn the fundamentals while he earned his stripes as the “water cooler guy” at first.
Danny Green impressed Lin most — North Carolina pedigree and already consistent. “Keep your stroke reliable,” Lin told him. “You do that, your minutes are only going up.”
Even Gallinari got advice: work on his post game, play under control, and focus on sustainability over flash.
Lin knew this team couldn’t just rely on him to carry the load. They needed stability and roles defined across the board. Livingston, in particular, would be key to stabilizing the second unit — controlling pace and picking his spots to score, even against bigger matchups.
And Lin was already thinking ahead. If the Knicks’ rotations and roles were disciplined, their defensive ceiling could stay higher than most teams, and they’d always have a shot.
Lin Yi felt that he needed to be more than the core of the Knicks. He needed to be a leader on and off the court.
And he knew these next few seasons would be the Knicks’ best shot at building a dynasty. He believed that once Jerry West moved on to build the Warriors, no matter how many pieces he got in place, Lin and the Knicks would still be contenders.
For now, though, Lin appreciated the biggest advantage of being a true single core: everyone listened to him within reason. In the locker room, in the front office, everyone respected his opinion.
On the phone, Dolan chuckled and said,
“Lin, Donny told me all of this was your idea. Gotta say… good work. But, kid, don’t worry about the money. You tell me what teammate you need—we’ll get him. It’s just money, right?”
The message was simple: whatever you want, just say the word.
Lin politely told him AGAIN that he was already happy with the current roster. That left Dolan scratching his head. Other stars are out here pushing their owners to pay luxury tax, and here’s mine trying to save me money?
But Lin wasn’t saving Dolan’s money out of kindness—he just knew it wasn’t the right time to splurge. To build a dynasty, you had to protect your cap space. Why did the Cavaliers end up helping the Warriors become so strong? Simple: once JR and TT got their big contracts, Cleveland couldn’t afford to chase another superstar even if the fans demanded it.
That’s why, even though Lin liked Milicic and Earl Barron, he never went to the front office asking to keep them around. If you wanted a dynasty, you had to make tough choices. Keeping guys just because you liked them? That was just setting yourself up to get cooked later.
The Bobcats had already fired Larry Brown, and Lin figured Milicic would be better off there anyway, playing real minutes instead of riding the Knicks’ bench. As for Barron, his game was limited—staying in the NBA at all was already a stretch for him.
Lin cared about relationships, sure—but he wasn’t running a charity, and he wasn’t about to build some fake righteous leader persona just for appearances.
And if someone better than Shaq became available? He wouldn’t hesitate to tell the Knicks to pass on Shaq. Simple as that.
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Time flew. By the time summer rolled on, Lin had added some weight and thrown himself into his usual grind: conditioning.
He wanted to turn himself into an unstoppable, iron-willed machine. His personal goal for next season? At least twenty-five shots per game. Having already joined the 180 club, he didn’t need to obsess over shooting percentages anymore. He just needed the stamina to keep attacking mismatches all season long.
But the brutal training was wearing him down. If it weren’t for his love of basketball, he probably would’ve quit by now.
The other guys training with him that summer respected him even more after seeing his work ethic.
And Lin had to admit—if he and the whole group came together, they’d give the American national team a run for their money. Wall, Griffin, Harden, DeRozan… even Cousins, Favors, Flynn.
Yi Jianlian, training quietly alongside Lin, was starting to open up more, too.
July ended in a blur of sweat and trades. Spain took home the World Cup as expected, and by August, Lin had packed on another kilogram, just two shy of his target.
Heavier meant more wear and tear, but it was worth it. And just as he was catching his breath between workouts one day, Dan, the Knicks’ third assistant.
“Lin,” Dan called, holding a clipboard, “got a minute? There’s something we need to go over.”
