Maddy is now a poisonous tongue commentator, and the NBA stage has too much to do with him, so he can squint his eyes and point to the country, and talk and laugh with O'Neill and Barkley.
Tracy. The last time McGrady stood on this stage, he was 34 years old, and at this time, he no longer wore the blue of Orlando's magic sky, nor the bright red of the Houston rocket fire, but wore the monotonous color of the Silver and Black Legion, black and white.
For very little time, he played at the last minute, standing on the floor of the at&tat center, in this mountain-wistling Texas home, a place he was familiar with, capping a hat, handing out two assists, and finally near the center circle, with the ball in one hand, quietly waiting for time to pass.
Even in the last moments of his career, he lost all his explosiveness, speed and dexterity, but there was always a moment, his insight, his coordination of the clouds and the flow of water, the casual and calm walking in his bones, always let everyone suddenly find that the fat man in the black and white jersey, lazy and sleepy eyes is the former Tracy.
Genius is different from mortals, you have worked hard to spend years to understand the things, genius at the beginning of the understanding, he casually throw out a little talent, is the peak of this field. In his final years at the Spurs, he has been mentoring the Spurs' potential newcomer Kawai. Leonard, who instructed him to dribble a sharp stop jump shot, retreat step jump shot, shake and turn around to jump shot, teach him the lightest and most ethereal learning. We watch leonard's stiff mechanical imitation sigh, hard work is often there, talent is not often available, after t-mac, there is no more t-mac.
In Game 6 of the Finals, the last five minutes, with Leonard taking a free throw, Maddy sat on the bench and covered his eyes. In this life, he has experienced too much sadness and disappointment, and he does not dare to look at it or dare to hope. This time, the ball continued to bounce out of the box, followed by the loss of two rebounds, Ray Allen's deadly kill. All dreams have been shattered, the Spurs failed to help him, Duncan failed to help him, and he was still the lonely T-Mac, just like 16 years ago.
Sixteen years ago, at the 1996 Adidas training camp, Maddy was just a skinny and green hairy boy high school student, unknown and unknown. In the training camp at that time, there was a talented teenager Lamar known as the Future Star. Odom and James. Felton. At that time, T-mac was an unscrupulous stunned youth, a defensive counterattack, t-mac grabbed the ball single fast, Felton returned to the defense to prepare to cover, Maddy deliberately waited for Felton, and then a few strides into the free throw line jumped high, in Felton's head heavy left hand to buckle the ball, the force almost smashed through the floor, the whole field was dead, the players on the field were stunned, Felton shook his head helplessly, trying to make himself look less like a victim, but the injury has been caused, "It was one of the most wonderful basketball memories of my life, it was Maddie's declaration that she was ready for the NBA, and I've never seen anyone do it, not even in the NBA," Odom said. ”
Lamar has since. Odom is still widely known, but has since become mired in drugs. At that time, the genius teenager Felton, but he lost all hope, failed to enter the NBA after college, and died of alcohol 4 years ago. What about Maddie? We all know the story after that, and that training camp was his starting point.
My cousin, who was also no longer flying due to injury, said to his cousin many years later, "If you hadn't left, I could have been your Pippen." The wind and moon are ruthless and the old tour is like a dream. That year in the Raptors, the cousin of the absolute double pride, a fierce and domineering half-human demigod, another handsome and dashing, all-round T-Mac. Reminiscing back to the dunk contest in 2000 that has become a masterpiece, people may only remember Carter's series of dreamlike performances, 360-degree windmills, hanging arm dunks, and dunks under the crotch of his cousin's pass. But it is difficult to remember the skinny cousin 99 points into the final, that turn around and two hands big windmill, almost let time stand still, like the peak of human film essence. O'Neill in the audience grew mouthed, Kevin. Garnett lay down in his seat, his eyes wide and his head shaking...
During the Raptors' years, he quietly hid under the aura of his cousin, he had better defense, better organization of passes, his amazing speed, extra long arm span, rapid first steps, innate sense of smell and coordination, after Pippen, before James, he was a natural wing small forward.
When he was at the Raptors, everyone thought he would become Lord Carter's Pippen Sir because of his outstanding physical fitness and strong defense. In the Raptors' final year, he averaged 15.4 points, 6.4 rebounds and 1.9 blocks per game.
However, he transferred to Orlando for three years, but completely changed a person, playing the following data:
He averaged 26.8 points, 7.5 rebounds, 4.6 assists, played 40.1 minutes and shot 46-36-73 percent from the field, stocks 3.0, per 24.9, ws 12.2
He averaged 25.6 points, 7.9 rebounds, 5.3 assists, played 38.3 minutes and shot 45-36-75 percent from the field, with stocks 2.6, per25.1 and ws 11.5
He averaged 32.1 points, 6.5 rebounds, 5.5 assists, played 39.4 minutes and shot 46-39-79 percent from the field, stocks 2.5, per 30.3, ws16
Even the scoring king! At that time, Tracy was light, fast-paced, full of youthful fighting spirit and strength, and except for the final waist injury, he was an impeccable and perfect athlete.
His one-on-one one defenses give everyone a headache, and his excellent height, arm span and speed make it difficult for scorers to shoot hard, always guarding against his easy blocks and steals.
At that time, he was full of spirits, those things that seemed crazy, he could actually do it at will, we often felt that those incredible step breakthroughs, rebounding after the big lever, thunderous splits, large crossover after the weight of the dry pull jumper, it seems that not from training, but his casual inspiration suddenly, reward us with a little scale grasp, "the article is natural, the clever hand is occasionally obtained" The ancient people do not cheat me!
In 2001, he was selected as an All-Star, and he blocked ke ruying with a random blockade, sealing the flying man's back jumper. In the second quarter of the 2002 All-Star, he dribbled the ball to the basket alone, in front of the youthful Dirk. Nowitzki and Steve Nash, who threw the ball between Nash and Dirk like a splash of ink, lifted his body into the air like a breeze, and threw himself on the board. This was hailed by the NBA's official website as "one of the most wonderful dunks in All-Star history." And he still had a look of trouble. In 2004, he put on a red and blue color of different sneakers.
T-mac is like a smart child, he never deliberately plans what he should do, he never wants to prove anything, he is just doing what he wants, doing whatever he wants, light and breezy, and then secretly chuckling himself.
He came to the Magic only to assist Hill, who was forced to become leader because of Hill's serious injury. "The data doesn't represent his role on the pitch, not at all," Dowgreaves said. "I know it sounds weird, but it's true. Tracy has to score for us--- he's going to be better off if he's not going to take on the scoring responsibility. I have no doubt about that. He was so selfless, that was his finest quality. He can do anything on the pitch... He's a great organizer and he can pass the ball. If he had an equally good partner, he would have played better. ”
In the Rockets, he tried to be a hero and savior, he was shocked by the Spurs in an earth-shattering 35 seconds and 13 minutes, he fought with the King of Noor, he fought with the Predatory Jazz, fate was almost a little bit, his congenital scoliosis tormented him all the time, the knees gradually worn out, so that he could no longer cut like a fierce wind, and the dry jump shot that was previously unable to defend could finally be limited, and he was no longer omnipotent.
But the genius of failure, the genius of suffering, still different from ordinary people, he can drag his sick leg to play 22 consecutive wins, he can play all his roles in New York and Detroit, he can't score, he can pass, he can't break through, he can cut without the ball, when he was in the Eagles, he could actually block LeBron in the playoffs and play a key performance.
Until one game at the Spurs, he dribbled as softly as he had 16 years ago, his footsteps looked protracted and bulky, his knees underwent minimally invasive surgery and should have lost all explosive power, but he dribbled on the right side, passed to Blair like a dragonfly, and then a slippery fish-like catch down, the defender packed over, his left hand nudged, as if out of nothing, turned decay into magic, and the rookie center Baynes on the left received a violent dunk. T-mac smiled back, walking briskly, and at that moment, the youth of the genius teenager seemed to be back.
Some people live to dream, some people live just to live. The rats drank from the river, full of stomachs, and Dapeng had to go straight up to the clouds of ninety thousand miles. Right or wrong, all left behind the coffin to determine. We all remember Van Gogh's sunflowers, Nietzsche's sun, Paganini's strings, Li Bai's moon. Genius is the inadvertent meteorite and meteor that can burn people's eyes and people's hearts with a flick of a finger. Even if the years can't be retained, after all, the east flow, that stroke can't write the same poet, you have two sentences and three years, painstakingly lonely, but he can fight a hundred poems, and pour out all sentient beings with one breath. Tracy, your end is not here, let's go and have a great journey.