Line art by Gamini Abeykoon
['The
Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News
from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is the 227th article in the
new series that began in December 2022. Links to previous articles are given
below]
Victor
Wembanyama, the No 1 draft pick in the NBA, acquired by the San Antonio
Spurs, has been widely touted as a ‘generational big man.’ Standing
over seven feet with a wingspan of eight feet, ‘Wemby’ has been
described as a highly skilled ball handler and passer who is capable of
shooting from nearly anywhere on the court.
Will Leitch, a
contributing editor for the New York Magazine didn’t hold back on his
praise for the 19 year old Frenchman: ‘He is a center who plays like a
point guard; he is a mix of sort of Magic Johnson, Steph Curry and Wilt
Chamberlain and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar with all that kind of comes with
that.’
Perhaps a bit of all the above-mentioned greats, but
Wembley is clearly not their sum. Not yet anyway. The boy knows where he
is and what he wants to be. He says he is modelling his game after
those of Giannis Antekounmpo and Kevin Durant, two of the most dominant
players in the league. In other words, he acknowledges that he is a work
in progress.
The ‘stars’ have seen the potential, nevertheless. Consider what Giannis had to say:
‘We
have never seen someone like that before. I think it’s a good challenge
for everybody in the league. We gotta get ready for this kid. He has a
chance to be one of the best to ever play this game.’
‘The league’s really in trouble when he (Wembley) comes in,’ that’s Durant’s opinion.
Wemby is fortunate that he has Pop as coach and mentor. It’s a simple and yet profound lesson, so easy to say and so hard to learn and affirm. Victor Wembanyama is young. He seems humble, even as he clearly knows that he has developed a rare skill set. The W’s will come eventually, as long as steps are not missed, for missed steps could result in falls and injuries hard to recover from.
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Heart dances that cannot be choreographed
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