Myles Turner is a three-point shooter now. The sooner we accept that fact, the sooner we can move on with our lives. We can wish all we want that things would be different, but there is no closing Pandora’s box. What is done is done, and we have to live with the consequences.
James Naismith would be so disappointed to see to what disgraceful depths his once-beautiful game has fallen. I can imagine his tear-streaked face, contorted with sorrow, his lips sputtering half-formed words: “Why is Myles Turner shooting threes when he’s seven feet tall? And why is a black man playing professionally in the first place?”