They ran Adebayo ragged: block-to-block sprints culminating in an attempt to reject a shot at the rim; lane agility tests; footwork drills. After an hour, with exhaustion setting in, Heat officials began the drill they were really there to see. They asked Adebayo to switch onto perimeter players, including
Justin Jackson, another prospect in attendance, and stay in front of them.
Adebayo turned to Heat brass, including Riley and Spoelstra, and shouted: "Oh, you got me f---ing confused! You got me f---ed up!" Translation:
Don't you know who I am? As the stops -- "kills" in Heat parlance -- piled up, the trash talk flowed. "Oh, it was explicit," Adebayo says. It was not friendly taunting. Adebayo was not smiling.
"We were like, 'Is this guy kinda crazy?'" Spoelstra says.
Juwan Howard, then a Miami assistant, locked eyes with Dan Craig, the coach running the drill. "Our eyes got wide," Howard says. "We said, 'This is a Heat guy.' To have the balls to say that in front of Pat Riley -- to say, 'You're not going to pick on me!' -- that's a Heat guy."