“Dear Jimmy,
Congratulations on the new baby. I’m sure you’ll be a great daddy. Take off as much time as you need.
Your newborn child is not why I am writing this letter, however. This letter is being written, as David Stern would say, for “basketball reasons.”
I’ll state it bluntly. We don’t want you to ever rejoin the team. We don’t you appearing on the court with us. We want you to ride out the rest of your contract at home or on a different team. We’ve got a fun thing going on right now. Everybody’s eating, so to speak. There are no egos, just teammates trying to improve each other and themselves. We would rather not have a so-called “superstar” come in here and play ISO-ball while ruining team chemistry with his attitude and trashing his lesser-skilled teammates to the media.
I’ve already discussed this with Spo and he totally agrees with me. He’s working with Riley right now to figure out how he can package you and Waiters (who is just like you attitude wise but somehow even more damaging to on-court chemistry) to a lottery team somewhere so you can put butts in seats while not ruining anything important. I think I heard the word “Kings” floated around. Maybe we can get Harrison Barnes in return. He might be overpaid, but he doesn’t have a savior mentality like you do.
When you read this letter, it would be best if you just grab your stuff, quietly walk out of the locker room without making a big dramatic scene out of it, and never, ever come back. Ever. We don’t want you.
Sincerely,
-Anonymous Heat Teammate
P.S. don’t even bother trying to figure out who wrote this letter, we all feel the same way about you, I’m just the one who happened to have the balls to put it in writing.”
Justise re-read the letter once, then, satisfied with its contents, put it in an envelope which he left at Jimmy Butler’s locker.