This is what I expect out of Carl Landry. Eighteen point games on a regular, consistent basis. All he needs is twenty or twenty-five minutes to do his damage and then his old man body can take a breather on the pine while the younguns undo all the good work he did on the court. Then, after the game, he can use his veteran wisdom gained by having played on some truly awful teams (looking at you, Kings) to reassure his younger teammates that if you play well enough on a bad team, eventually you might get traded to a good team. Or you might get traded to another bad team.
That’s the kind of locker room impact that will never show up on any boxscore. Not until I unveil my new creation: the intangibles boxscore, containing such stats as savvy, hustle, vet wisdom, hand clapping on bench, leadership, and supplying danky weedies.