On a seemingly calm night, the illuminated City of the Great Apple, a New Yorker who has witnessed countless big scenes, is pressing the impulse of the throat and waiting with wide eyes for another iconic moment in NBA history to be born in this holy land. As a fan of the NBA's oldest team, the discerning New Yorkers will never give you a standing ovation or satirize the amateur unless you use your abilities to conquer everyone in the arena.
On the night of December 14, 2021, a man with a height of one meter and nine one did it.
On the field of Madison Square Garden, the New Yorkers have witnessed Michael Jordan, wearing the number 45 jersey, cut 55 points, and the Bulls, who were invincible in the 90s, defeating Pat Riley's New York Army again and again in a battle of dragons and tigers. They've witnessed 9.8 seconds of Miller's moment by Reggie Miller, big mouths squirting 25 points against current director Spike Lee in New York, and witnessed Bryant's Black Mamba Rhapsody, which exploded with 61 points and Melon Anthony's 62-point peak night. These are the superheroes who make it to New Yorkers.
At this moment, their burning eyes were focused on Stephen Curry in a vintage jersey. Curry made a crossover cover with Wiggins under the basket and moved the ball out of the arc-top three-point line. A Wiggins, who is not known for passing, delivered a goal that defined Curry's career, and boggs, who was one step slower, could not interfere with Curry's shooting vision at all, and Curry received the ball in milliseconds and withdrew, raised his hand, hit, and cheered one after another. Now honorable New Yorkers can put down that lofty shelf and brazenly applaud the NBA's historical three-point king.
And on the night of the celebration, an unnoticed detail occurred, and madison Square Garden fell into a commotion. Even though I knew that this day was coming, I was still excited at this moment of really making history. Curry retreated to the backfield, hammering his chest like a killer shot.
It was at this time that Home Team New York Nick's head coach Tom Thibodeau immediately called a timeout for Curry to enjoy and savor the slightest moment of standing at the top. And the home music prepared in advance at the New York home stadium also sounded, and the beams were endless. From the perspective of the normal form of the game, only five minutes into the opening, New York Nick only two points behind, Thibodeau can completely not call a timeout, let the game continue, let the passage of time dilute the momentum and emotions that the opponent has just established. In a normal game, all coaches would do this, but when Curry hit the three-pointer that made his historical status rise again, Thibodeau called a timeout in response, and could not help but lament that the NBA is really a humane jianghu, a league with great ability to package games.
The so-called human feelings, that is, respect. Sometimes respecting you is the greatest human kindness you have. Everyone in the NBA respects such moments, such history, such superheroes.
Then Curry hugged his teammates and he saluted all the coaches. The broadcast camera also went to Curry's father and mother, then Curry's mentor in college, the already white-haired old Man McClokey, and standing next to him was Larry Riley, the former general manager of the Warriors who selected Curry in 2009.
The switching and movement of the camera seems to be silently describing to you that it can grow into the heartache of today. Tell how a three-point king in NBA history was born to grow and win, and finally stand on the top.
Curry seems to have a schoolboy smile on his face in everyone's memory, and is a simple and kind optimist who looks for exciting moments that belong to the warriors on the Internet. Even when he lifted the championship trophy, Curry only shouted passionately, and did not touch the sadness in his heart. The moment he was promoted to the three-point king in NBA history, his eyes did flash with touching tears.
There is a saying that the boy has tears and does not flick, but when he is not sad, everyone must have their own sad points in their own life course, and there are pain points that others cannot understand.
Michael Jordan's pain lies in the fact that for the first six years of his career, the outside world has been criticizing his single-handed way of playing. During that time, the Bulls often lost to Larry Bird and the Pistons' Bad Boys. This has made the media and fans even more brazen in their accusations against Jordan. The well-known sports newspaper in the United States wrote impressively: Jordan, who will never win the championship, will become a winner like Magic Johnson.
LeBron James's pain lies in the summer of 2010, when he announced on live television that he had left his hometown of Cleveland to partner with two other young superstars, Wade and Bosh, the Clevelanders burned his jersey, and the media and fans never stopped taunting. Cavaliers owner Gilbert wrote an open letter cursing James, declaring himself at odds with him. And when James scored only eight points in the fourth game of the 2011 Finals, the people of his hometown were more indifferent and vicious than sympathetic.
Curry also has the same pain, remember the wave brothers show their sharp edge, the outside world's evaluation of the Golden State Warriors? A team that can only shoot three-pointers can't win the championship, Curry is just a shooter, and he has broken the rules and order of the basketball world with a baby's face. Curry is not a core defender in the traditional sense, he is an attack-oriented defender, averaging 6.5 assists per game in his career. At that time, he was thin, lacked offensive means, and defense was not good enough. In the long history of the NBA, the absolute core of a true championship team will never be an attacking guard with a height of nearly one meter nine. Magicians, Stockton, Nash, Paul are the orthodox defenders in our minds, and they are the objects that every coach tells you to imitate when they teach you to play from an early age.
Just as thirty years ago, the outside world would deny Jordan and singles, and when the small-ball era penetrated the league little by little, the outside world continued to deny Curry's three-pointers.
In the summer of 2015, the world calmed down for a while as the Warriors won the championship. In the summer of 2016, tradition began to denounce Curry again, and the seventy-three wins only finished second was the hottest topic in the sports world that year. When the whole world denies you that you can't do it, no matter how great the superstar, it will inevitably produce self-doubt or shake the faith, and will ask the people around you: Am I doing something wrong? Am I really not able to? We all want to look for a sense of identity from the people around us when we are alone. But the most helpless thing is that in addition to the people who really support you, there are more people who are watching your jokes.
Until one day, the outside world suddenly found that the guy we have been denying and criticizing, in the corner that no one knows, gradually polished his technology and willfulness, and became one of the greatest heroes in history that everyone can accept. At that moment, the charm in Curry's eyes is the surge of the world to identify with his way of playing, and it is also a flash of sunshine to break through the shackles and run to the sun to insist on his own way of playing.
When you can crush everyone's doubts about you, you must be sad, aggrieved, and tearful. If it weren't for the three-pointer, stephen Curry, who was 1.91 meters tall and could not run fast or jump high, might never be able to put together the names of Michael Jordan, LeBron James, Kobe Bryant, Duncan, and O'Neal.
When we talk about Curry, we're talking about persistence in life and how we've changed over the years. This is the story of Stephen Curry, who will never be like Stephen Curry, nor will he be an all-round warrior like LeBron James, nor will he be an eighty-pointer in a single game like Kobe Bryant.
In the ferocious world of the NBA, the ordinary Curry is like everyone else, no Superman's cloak, no solid family, no father who is mayor. Relying on the unique code hidden in the body, he constantly struggles against fate in the mud of life.
Maybe there may not be light ahead, but one day the mud on our bodies will dry, fall, break free and walk towards kangzhuang avenue.