What happened to Kelly Olynyk’s much-vaunted post game? It’s just totally disappeared. Not even a sliver of it remains. Gone. All gone. It was there during his first Summer League, and then, BAM, it’s more forgotten than John Edwards.
I had my doubts that his moves and counter-moves would work on the NBA level. Everyone did. Slow, white, three-year college player with a funky back-to-the-basket game? That wasn’t going to fly. But I thought I’d at least get to see him try it sometimes. The coaches must have put down their feet immediately: no dreamshakes, no skyhooks, no up-and-unders, why don’t you get behind the three-point line and start working on that.
So instead of a Canadian Al Jefferson we get a Canadian Rik Smits. Lame.