Gonna fly now. Flying high now. Gonna fly, fly, fly. -Detta Little & Nelson Pigford
Public Service Announcement: OK here we go! By now you all know I cannot take my eyes off this freak show they call the New York Knickerbockers. Call it morbid curiosity. Call it what you like. But for every Jo Jo the Dog Face Boy, for every bearded lady, for every General Tom Thumb, sometimes you get to see the Flying Wallendas.
Last night was just such a night. Last night I got see the future of the NBA and its name is Kevin Durant. Last night I watched Kevin Durant score a game-high 30 points. Last night I watched Kevin Durant go for a lay-up over David Lee. No, stop, wait a minute. Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman. Please Mister Postman, look and see. If there’s a letter in your bag for me. Oh there’s a letter all right. A capital D.
That stands for dunk. Tremendous dunk. Thunderous dunk. Monsterous dunk. Slam dunk the funk. We love it. We need it. We gotta have it. Can’t get enough. That ever loving stuff. Oh, that marshmallow fluff. Windmills. Tomahawks. Three sixty, from the foul line, between the legs, double clutching, rock the babying, off the backboard, dipsy-doo slam-jam-bam dunkeroo, baby! I love this game! I love Kevin Durant.
I know it was against the lowly Knicks, but last night Durant was clearly the best player on the floor. At age nineteen, he was the best player on an NBA floor. Yowza! In the second half he just attacked the basket. Attacked with mesmerizing drives. Attacked with paralyzing jumpers off the screen. Attacked with a tantalizing 4-for-5 fourth quarter. Attacked with a hypnotizing three to seal the deal. Yes sports fans, I’ve seen the future of the NBA and its name is Kevin Durant.
Public Acknowledgements: PT Barnum, Marvelettes, Jon Landau, 5ive and the Seattle Post Intelligencer
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
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