I get that the adrenaline that comes with playing a professional sport from above a 10-foot rim played a huge role in Corey Brewer bouncing right back up from a forceful 7.5 foot free fall onto the hardest of wood. It's just that now I need to assume that the man is incapable of spilling blood and the only thing coursing through his veins is adrenaline, because that recovery was quick enough to make Deadpool feel inferior as an immortal. The Kings' guard didn't just avoid serious injury while making the best possible argument on behalf of the legitimacy of a lay-up, he actually got up smiling and laughing as if what he just endured was a trip over his own shoelaces as opposed to an uncontrolled, one-story drop straight onto his shoulder blades. It's never a good sign when you get an official to leave behind his lack of bias and run over flailing his arms in playing the role of well-intentioned-but-entirely-unhelpful good samaritan. Yet, Corey Brewer blew straight through that sign like it was about as warranted as a crossing guard in the countryside of Kansas. Getting up and giving an entire arena that was collectively holding its breath a chance to exhale before it even came remotely close to becoming lightheaded might be the most athletically impressive thing he's accomplished throughout his career, and I promise that I don't even mean that as an insult. Dude plummeted from the sky like his chute malfunctioned in deployment and didn't so much as scratch up his pride, as if you needed another reminder (other than the fact that he was that high in the first place) that professional athletes are just built differently.
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