I am convinced. No more persuasion needed. This IS the year. Not next year, not two years from now, not in a decade or two or twenty. THIS is the year Myles Turner becomes a beast.
You may argue that he was already a beast. I can dig that. In that case, let’s say that this is the year he becomes even MORE of a beast than anyone ever thought possible. Okay? So we might disagree kind of on his beastliness, but we still mostly agree. So it’s all good. No need to get angry.
As I was saying. There can be no doubt anymore as to who the real regent of Indiana is now. It’s not Paul George. Maybe it was before, who cares. That was the past. This is the NOW. 25 points? YAWN. Try 30, and make sure not to snap your leg in half trying to take in the onrushing sense of misery as you realize that your place in the hearts of all Pacers fans is being renovated to accommodate the new pineapple-haired game in town.