I am, apparently, the worst judge of talent ever because I 100 percent thought that Derrick White was due for a breakout year this year. My hopes were dampened a little bit by his performance in whatever Euro FIBA Olympic Cup Thing was going on during the offseason (what was he doing on that team anyway, the best they could find is frickin’ Derrick White? I’m hyped for him but COME ON). But I still thought that, back in the NBA and in the Spurs magical system that elevates everybody, he would be, like, a 15 ppg scorer. Or so.
Well, at least he hasn’t gotten way worse. He hasn’t gotten better, and isn’t meeting my expectations at all, but there are tons of players who have cratered into oblivion this season (Marco Belinelli is, sadly, no longer a spicy meatball), and he isn’t one of them. And it’s probably my fault for having those expectations anyway. It’s just, you know, I got excited by that huge playoff game he had, the one where he scored 36 points, and maybe I got carried a way.
I still watch that video sometimes when I feel sad. I love the way the bright arena lights shine off his glistening gigantic forehead.
In my imagined future, this 17-point game by White wouldn’t even be worthy of a highlight video because it would be so close to his season scoring average. But in the real reality of real life, this is one of his better games of the season. And it came in a Spurs LOSS to the Cavaliers. I don’t like this reality. Is there a way to unsubscribe?