The Joy of Steph

I’m waaaaay up, I feel #Steph

By Andrew J. Pridgen

Steph Curry is becoming transcendent. A virtuoso. McConaughey behind the wheel.

To compare him to Russell in ‘62 or Bird in ‘84 or Magic in ‘87 or Jordan in ‘91 seems perfunctory. Prologue even. Curry isn’t playing basketball like any of those guys. He’s not even playing like any of those guys did in video games.

He’s starting to—wait for it—inch his way to being better than the sport. And not in the context of he just dominates for halves at a time. He does that; check. But in a way that he sometimes looks like the only player on the court (in history?) who figured it out ahead of time. It’s as if he was given film from today’s game yesterday knows exactly what to do even as he’s focused on tomorrow—which he already knows about. It’s shimmying out…