Properties of the steel get revealed
McSweeney's piece today on the mystical sheen of the summer leagues. Much as that Gerald Green dunk was bound to occur at some point, it was only a matter of time before someone dropped the line I really needed to make my point: witness Dorrell Wright, 20/8/8/7 steals. No, this doesn't really mean much of anything, except for telling you that Wright is equipped to do all of these things in bunches. Whether he'll ever do so at the pro level is secondary to the knowledge that under ideal conditions, he will make you pay in the following manner.
I'm as fascinated by the summer leagues as anyone, but it's sort of difficult for me to offer a rational account of why someone else should be. They've seemed to me like some far-off paradise where these hypothetical players are able to run free, once and for all vindicating FreeDarko and a lot of the more frivolous things we stand for. Unfortunately, it's hard to make this point to a non-believer without a Green dunk or a Wright stat line to hold up against the sky. These emblematic performances make the summer about much more than guys half-heartedly running past each other, and split open the acorn of pro truth far more profoundly than workout rumors or NCAA ish ever could. I can also swear upon vests that's it's not an exhibition game, and that something like the Got Milk! promisory just isn't mundane enough to have an impact on my league-wide perspective.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled SUMMER OF MJ. By that I mean Mike James changing the balance of the league. And by changing the balance of the league, I mean leading a starting five of KG, Ricky, Foye, Troubled Griffin, and himself into the playoffs, with McCants resurrected at the All-Star break to average twenty off the bench.