Nothing that has occurred on the NBA hardwood the past two seasons has juiced me up as much as the continued evolution of the 7-foot-2 Latvian unicorn known as Kristaps Porzingis. And not just the improved shooting efficiency, regular collection of monster defensive swats, and unique veteran-esque savvy, but instead the touch of native New Yorker Porzingis continues to absorb and then regurgitate.
My son accent almost completely gone. You can hear the NY in his voice pic.twitter.com/c1foSCNKSB
— Cabron James (@C33Jay__) October 30, 2016
Dude is “hyped” (reminds me of when Arsenal verbally took to NYC) and clearly ready to take this city on his shoulders and fight for a .500 record.. Sad, but baby steps. And I couldn’t be more pumped, unless of course we had a little more talent and an owner with an idea of how to get out of the way. But as a deprived Knickerbocker fan, I’ll take it.
Don’t forget, beloved John Cena even asked why he was hosting the ESPYs.. mentioning Porzingis as a better option at 1:46. I’d have to agree.
For Porzingis and his thus-far-successful sophomore season (I guess those “countless hours” with his brother Janis really paid off), 21 years old is just the start.
With Kristaps’ spirit animal and hero Dirk Nowtizki looking on and approving of his younger counterpart, it’s only a matter of time before the lanky neophyte is fully shattering the league with his undeniable swagger.
Nice try, Cody Zeller. Move it along.