https://youtu.be/ENy2hOaYGi0
Every additional year that David Nwaba sticks around in the league, my brain hurts more and more. It’s not that I think Nwaba is a bad dude or even a bad player, but I simply can’t comprehend the fact that a shooting guard with no jumpshot can make it in a league that’s all about spacing, especially spacing from the positions that are expected to provide spacing. Not only that, but Nwaba provides no playmaking either. Some no-jumpshot guards can make up for it by way of their on-ball magic, but not so with Nwaba.
David Nwaba is living, walking proof that HUSTLE, GRIT, and SCRAPPINESS are still things that matter in the NBA. He is the human incarnation of those concepts. When he dies, he’s not going to rot and decompose like normal dead humans. Instead, the essential forces of hustle, grit, and scrappiness which gave him life will drift out into the cosmic void, waiting for the right time to build a new corporeal form, while Nwaba’s body literally disappears into nothing. When they go to have the funeral, it will be like, where’d the body go? And what’s that weird bluish-green haze that’s floating around? (hint: it’s the essence of scrappiness, which is teal in color.)
I’m pretty sure this same death process is going to happen to JaKarr Sampson too, by the way. Just a hunch.
Nwaba showcased his hustleage, grittage, and scrappage this game by not making any jumpshots but instead making tough layup after tough layup. He also bodied Beal for a megamash wham-jam. Who even needs James Harden? Harden had more laziness contained within his left moob than Nwaba has in his entire body combined, including moobs (which Nwaba doesn’t have either).