Juwan Howard on Chris Kaman

Den här monsterdunken, pensionären Juwan Howard posterizing Chris Kaman, har jag redan lagt upp här på bloggen.



Men det var inte därför jag lägger upp den igen. Briljanta basketjournalisten Russ Bengtson har skrivit den här fantastiska historien på Slam Online i senaste utgåvan av Slam of the Month.


Juwan Howard on Chris Kaman

January 4, 2010

Staples Center, Los Angeles CA

The shots weren’t falling, the first half was going to hell, and the tall, weird-looking blond kid in the third row just wouldn’t shut up.

“Yo Webber, you SUCK! Hey Jalen, why are your shorts so big? Nice haircut, Juwan! And you…I don’t even know who you are! How does it feel being NOBODY!!?? Duke is kicking your ass!”

During the next time out, Webber motioned to Jalen. “Yo, what’s up with that kid?” “No idea,” Rose said, tugging on his shorts. “How old you think he is? Twelve?”

Somehow, the kid heard. “I’m NINE! And my daddy drove me all the way from Grand Rapids to watch you guys play, not listen to you talk. Aren’t you supposed to be the ‘Fab Five’? Why don’t you try and win or something?”

Try they did, forcing overtime, but in the end, the Blue Devils proved too much. And as the Wolverines trudged off, the kid—who had never shut up—drew himself to his full height and let loose one final salvo: “HEY LOSERS! MY NAME IS CHRISTOPHER ZANE KAMAN, AND YOU’D BETTER REMEMBER ME!”

Howard stopped and turned, looked him straight in the eye. For the first time all night, the kid seemed to shrink back. “Yeah, I’ll remember you,” Howard said. “You can count on that.”

—RUSS BENGTSON