This is what I expected out of Alec “Alex Burk” Burks when I found out that he would be one of the few veteran players present in the Warriors’ injury-depleted scrub-lineup. A long time ago, in a mystical land known to adventurers as “Utah”, Burks showed some, if not big-time scoring ability, at least medium-time scoring ability. I figured that, if put into a situation where he needed to essentially be a Lou Williams times a million, he would wow me with his scoring numbers. They wouldn’t even have to be efficient scoring numbers. Just any kind of scoring numbers. The biggest scoring numbers.
It’s safe to say that, five games into the “Burks off the bench” experiment, I wasn’t wowed by anything he did. Until last night. He almost scored more in this game than the previous four combined. Thoughts had been creeping into my mind like, “this dude is washed” and “those injuries destroyed him” and “you know you want to order chicken wings from GrubHub even though you already had dinner”. Now those thoughts are all banished, except the one about chicken wings, which is like a radio transmission playing in my head constantly that I can’t turn off.
Burks by himself isn’t going to drag the Warriors back to the winning ways that got discarded at the same time Steph Curry’s hand got crushed into dust by Aron Bayne’s ass, but he can at least help make them slightly more competitive. He just has to make sure he brings the aggressive Burks who pretends he’s Michael Jordan and not the other Burks who pretends to be Sacramento-era Alec Burks.
I didn’t even remember he was on the Kings. That’s how you know that Sacramento-era Alec Burks wasn’t very good.