The narrators are reliable because they still can’t believe what they saw. Imagine, for a moment, being a scout or college recruiter heading out to evaluate some rising high school seniors. You have seen this player, you’ve heard about that player. You have your list of guys. Then you look over and see a 6-foot-11, 240-pound smokestack galloping down the floor, dunking on cowering souls and blocking shots across the building.
Who, you ask, is that?
Today, or for most of the last quarter-century, really, this would be impossible. By the time a basketball player reaches the summer of his senior year, he’s been rated, reviewed and processed by the churn and burn of the recruiting world. And the prodigies? The physical specimens plucked from the pages of a Marvel comic? They’re incubated and monetized. They are commodified on social media. Their names are written in the sky.
Think about it.
