Grinding through all the grit, Mike Conley Jr. just last November broke so many bones in his lower back that if the team physician picked him up and shook him it would have sounded like the last ice chips in a just slurped super sized soda hurled from courtside.
The man who signed a contract bigger than all that he needed a fountain pen bursting with ink just to make the dotted line was meant to be out for almost 8 weeks. He came back in just 17 days. And like Mike after that Conley had the biggest year of his career. All coming for the veteran after an injury that should have crippled him and his day job. Not give them born again, new life.
Now the grit-N-grind era of his Memphis Grizzlies franchise he lead from the Point may be all about over. But just like suede shoes in this Presley city will always be blue, this guard and his big man rock rolling partner off the pick, Spanish brother and centerpiece Marc Gasol will always be reliable for 20 points and 10. Whether rebounds or assists. Even without the likes of Zach Randolph, Rudy Gay and Tony Allen…or even Vince Carter. Sorry Chandler Parsons and Tyreke Evans.
So why hasn’t Mike Conley Jr.’s all prototype Point Guard play made an All-Star game yet?
Out West call all that MVP Westbrook, best three-point shooting champion of all-time, Steph Curry and the Houston Rockets have two in The Beard and CP3 under Mike D’Antoni B.S. all you like but the pure point of Conley junior, ‘The Conductor’ is an All-Star type of player already. So it’s damn high time to make him one. Even already Los Angeles Lakers Rookie Of The Year candidate Lonzo Ball doesn’t deserve a spot before Mike who really big balls without a brand name.
Sure the wild west once known for bigs like Aristotle has become a place for freewheelin, P.G.’s that like to shoot like they should move a position over like D’Angelo Russell. But Conley is full court, front and center part of this classic collection of those with the ball. So it’s only fair you give him his. Sure out in Timberlake’s Tennessee at times hoops seem so secondary that the Grizzlies may aswell grin and bear it back in Vancouver like Steve Francis. But Mike Conley is a superstar and hero of this franchise like Flashes in Miami or Supermen in wherever Dwight Howard calls home these days. Did you not see his indescribable suits at the Grammy like ESPY’s and NBA award Oscar shows that only perhaps the weird and wonderful acting great Jeff Goldblum could rock?
This mans a player. Lets make him one on Valenties weekend this February.
You know what to do with the ballot paper. You know where to punch. Even if none of his playing association peers do so now with all the power in this captains pick first new format of the midseason NBA classic. One that now discounts East and West and is just a player powered performance that will now see Mike battle with the likes of traded Kyrie and Isaiah, let alone Dame Lillard and Eric Bledsoe. The post-30, pre-primetime about to expire star has still got plenty of years, but time to give him good and ready all of that in terms of how many times left he can call himself one of the Wests best for real. Even if he’s already un-officially been performing like so since the moment they tossed the ball up on opening night of his rook year.
And will do, All-Star or not all-team until they drag his body off the hardwood, bone by bone as he earns every red cent of that grandchildren offspring serving contract.
But your respect?
Time to pay all due.
The Warriors Came Out To Play This Series
Even without the fantasy Basketball of Kevin Durant in this series, the Golden State Warriors still brought out the brooms like ‘Fantasia’.
And swept out of Game 4 like Thanos click finger dust, the Portland Trailblazers may have only lost by a bucket (119-117)…and in overtime at that. But with all the Splash they had to contend with this series from brothers Steph Curry and Klay Thompson, they were left dealing with more leaks and holes in all of their own ones like Mickey Mouse in said Disney epic.
This was meant to be the showdown between Dell Curry’s boys Steph and Seth which divided a household. And although the youngest gun stepped up to the plate, swung big in this carnival and knocked them down, big brother was always watching.
Steph Curry averaged over 36 points a game this series. Just read that again. 36 points. Right now we don’t need to talk about Kevin.
The Warriors are a dynasty for the ages even without their best player (although this writer thinks he wasn’t missing this entire series). The first team to make it to five straight finals since the Boston Celtics. The 1960’s Bill Russell Celtics. That’s King James crowning legendary. And Steph Curry with the shot and that facet of the game is just as iconic and dominant as a Bill block.
Give some credit to a blazing Portland side who never gave up despite the box score. They can hold their heads in the PDX. Even in their Moda Center home-stand City Of Roses end in RIP City. Their season eulogy should read as a celebration and commiseration, not a trolling condescension from critically entitled fans who have done nothing to determine the outcome of these games and could never make it this far in their wildest memes. They call themselves “influencers”? Well no one’s going to remember them in 50 years.
The NBA will remember one of their Top 100 greatest of all-time in a half century though. As after hitting the biggest buzzer beater in playoff history against Paul George and the Oklahoma City Thunder in the first round, Damian Lillard played through the pain of separated ribs this series and still made the Basketball God’s look down from the hoop heavens with praise. Like New York singer St. Vincent tweeted, “Damian Lillard is my hero”. Even his backcourt brother of splash CJ McCollum in the only small man set up to rival Curry and Klay came out to play against the Warriors after midrange mining the Nuggets into submission in Denver just over a week ago.
But Curry’s red hot triple double, starter, mains and dessert dish of 37, 13 and 11, to go along with a playing not crying, Draymond Green’s day of 18, 14 and 11 assists also was just too much in the clutch. As Stephen and Dray became the first teammates in NBA history to have a triple double in the same playoff game. Forget how much this team can unbelievably keep winning, how does this ball manage to get shared this much?
Well that just may be the secret of success?
The real test is dubbed next however in the Warriors last season in Golden State before they move across that Golden bridge to the Silicon Valley of a digital age in San Francisco. They will play the winner of the Milwaukee Bucks (probably…Giannis…MVP. Sorry Toronto but come on!) and Raptors series. But by then they should have some guy called Kevin back.
I mean come on. This has been getting crazy. This is just out of hand like said ball in Splash City.
Now Bill Russell and the Boston Celtics’ record of eight straight finals and wins doesn’t look far out of reach for Steph Curry and the player and team with the biggest range in the association over the gate of the Pacific.
Welcome to the Toronto Raptors’ Jurassic Park
“In Jurassic Park, Raptor fans wait until after dark. Even if the cold might eat them!”
Fans find a way.
An ace serve or two away from being as legendary as Wimbledon’s ‘Murray Mound’ or ‘Henman Hill’ outside the Scotiabank Arena, the Toronto Raptors Maple Leaf Square’s “Jurassic Park” may just be the ticket for this sold out crowd.
Raptor Klaw, Kawhi Leonard ruled the earth last night. He and the T-Dot at the final tick beat the Sixers in The Six, as his shot bobbled like a beach ball on the surface of a swimming pool before making the biggest splash of these postseason playoffs. Taking longer to fall than Leonardo DiCaprio’s spinning top in ‘Inception’. But this was no dream.
And if you thought the Scotiabank Arena in downtown Toronto erupted last night, then outside in Maple Leaf Square it was like the volcanoes that killed the dinosaurs after that big ball dropped. An Armageddon even Bruce Willis couldn’t save like he wish he could his career.
Welcome to Jurassic World.
With all due respect to the Linsanity of Jeremy Lin, or pick your poison whoever is your flash card pick of the bench mob pack, but the Jurassic Park crowd fenced in outside of Scotia is the
Forget rain or shine. You see the slickers. These faithful fans will pitch a spot waiting for game time like the ball to drop in Times Square for New Year in New York, sleeping bag lining up all day in their hordes huddled for warmth. These beautiful fans will brave the harshest, most frigid temperatures to be the coldest fans in the game in more ways than one. Part of the ‘We The North’ community in the 6 that the Basketball God’s look down on with pride, whilst other armchair fans watch this game for the throne from home. Or leave early like those suit and tie corporate seats trying to catch that last red eye Matt Bonner home.
Can you imagine of they called game early before Kawhi last night?
I could imagine Drake taking in the CN Tower looking up views of the Jurassic
Well those in the park for recreation stayed until the beautiful end to a game Butler almost delivered bitter. And you could could phantom cam see every emotion in slow motion last night as Leonard’s buzzer beating ball toyed with the rim like three dots on messenger, or Damien Lillard even further downtown in Oklahoma City.
This is the spirit of the stadium and the soul of the squad, expanding the capacity arena and the Canadian ballclubs worldwide fanbase watching on their own Jumbotrons.
And the Toronto Raptors are going to need all the north they can get if they’re going to stop the Bucks in Milwaukee.
But this club has the claws to do it. And if you don’t think they can win in Wisconsin on their own road to being the first franchise outside of the United States to be NBA finalists and who knows what next against the Warriors(?), then just watch this Canadian cornerstone from the Jurassic era.
Extinct in six? Nah! Get ready to hear the North roar.