The storm triggered by the Orlando training camp drew the attention of the entire basketball world. Every sports media outlet wanted permission to film the games.
However, player agents unanimously protested this idea.
They didn't want any video footage leaking out — no one could guarantee their players wouldn't embarrass themselves.
As a result, the NBA officially banned reporters from bringing any recording equipment into the arena, and required multiple layers of inspection before entry.
Meanwhile, beyond this strict "no filming" rule, the agents held an emergency joint meeting overnight.
They needed to help their clients find suitable teammates and secure enough playing time.
Unlike the players — who rashly announced their participation without restraint — agents couldn't afford to lose their heads. It was their job to maximize their players' interests through professionalism.
The discussion lasted until dawn before a final plan was reached.
A total of 25 players were divided into three teams.
The agency group led by WMG formed the UCLA Championship Alliance, with Derrick Rose and Russell Westbrook as the leaders. Their roster also included Snoopy, Kevin Love, Ibaka, Donte Greene, and Joe Crawford.
OJ Mayo's camp formed their own Avengers Alliance, featuring the Lopez brothers, Jerryd Bayless, Joey Dorsey, Brandon Rush, JJ Hickson, and Anthony Randolph.
Projected No.1 pick Michael Beasley led the strongest lineup of all. His team included top-tier guards Eric Gordon and Mario Chalmers, plus European forward Gallinari, Javale McGee, Ryan Anderson, Courtney Lee, DJ White, and Jason Thompson.
The three teams would play two games. The first matchup would be decided by drawing lots, and the winner would face the remaining team.
Once the groups were released, the strengths and weaknesses were clear.
Although the Red Team had Derrick Rose and the championship core of UCLA, their roster had the most glaring flaws. First, they lacked size. Second… aside from Kevin Love, none of the others had a reliable outside shot.
The next day, inside the locker room before the game, Derrick Rose called for an emergency meeting. He gathered everyone and hoped to hear each player's opinion.
But Rose was a shy person, and his voice lacked commanding authority.
Complicating things further, every player wanted to stand out in today's game. The arena was packed with representatives from every NBA team — all important decision-makers.
"Are we going to run a fast-paced offense?" Rose asked cautiously.
"I don't like fast pace," Donte Greene said bluntly. "I prefer a traditional half-court game. My height gives me a natural mismatch at the high post."
"Same. I want to play iso," said Joe Crawford, a senior from Kentucky.
Both of them were projected second-round picks. Their hunger to prove themselves was much stronger than Rose, Westbrook, and the other top prospects.
"No. There's only one basketball," Westbrook cut in, his tone straightforward. He stared at the two. "Get this straight: I don't care what role you had in college — right now, you're role players."
"Hey, man. You're not even a lottery pick yet," Donte Greene snapped. The near–seven-footer walked over, trying to use his size to intimidate the 'small' guard from UCLA. He wanted proper respect.
But before he got too close, Snoopy stepped between them.
He raised one arm and stopped Greene easily, then said calmly:
"Listen. If you try anything stupid, we've got three UCLA guys here. You really don't want to find out what it feels like to get stuffed inside a locker."
"Hey, boss — four," Ibaka chimed in from behind, raising his hand. His English was laced with a Spanish accent. Judging by his expression, he was eager to fight for his boss — especially since Lin Weiwei had told him that getting close to Snoopy would earn him more Chinese brand endorsements.
He took that advice very seriously.
Snoopy gestured for him to stand down.
Then he looked at Donte Greene and Joe Crawford.
"I know you're desperate to raise your draft stock. Your agents probably drilled that into you last night. But I need to tell you something honestly: Russell Westbrook wasn't wrong. You're role players. Or to put it more accurately… we're all role players."
Snoopy pointed at them — and waved Ibaka over to join.
"The NBA doesn't need that many iso scorers. And in terms of talent, we will never match Derrick Rose, Russell Westbrook, or Kevin Love. The draft projections say everything."
"But the NBA does need blue-collar players who do the dirty work. It needs players who execute the system, move without the ball, set smart screens. It needs sixth men who can score when the starters rest. If we show that we can do these things well, getting a job in the NBA isn't hard. And honestly… we can even have longer careers than they will."
"Remember this: today's stage is big enough for everyone. But before you step on it, you need to understand exactly who you are."
His words made Greene and Crawford fall silent in thought.
Compared to Westbrook's approach, Snoopy spoke without condescension.
Compared to Rose, he was more confident, more persuasive, and simply a better speaker.
Rose watched Snoopy settle the role players with a few sentences. He couldn't help feeling impressed.
Then Snoopy turned to Derrick Rose and Russell Westbrook.
"Listen. If you two fight over the ball on offense, I'll take it from you at the free-throw line and redistribute it myself."
He pointed behind him.
"We've already got five guys — including Kevin Love — who aren't interested in screening, boxing out, rebounding, and watching you crash blindly into a packed paint, wasting all our effort."
His tone carried a clear warning.
Rose and Westbrook also noticed that Donte Greene, Joe Crawford, and even Kevin Love had stepped behind Snoopy, silently backing him.
Rose and Westbrook exchanged a quick look.
Rose's expression said: So Snoopy just became the leader of this temporary team??
Westbrook shrugged: I'm used to it.