He’s got a lot that belongs to Marcus Camby, and the rest is his own. Anthony Davis grew eight inches in eighteen months, and everything changed. The college coaches, suddenly forming a traffic jam in his driveway, promised to make him a star. Maybe he knew at the time he wouldn’t need their help, but he humored them.
Once, he blocked two jumpers in a blink. The first from LaMarcus Aldridge, who faded a bit as he rose, inadequately accounting for Davis’s vine-long arms, and the second from Wes Matthews, who scooped up the ball and heaved in one motion. The shot skimmed off Davis’s fingers, and landed in the lap of a guard.
He still lives mostly in the imagination, like a ship that’s far off in the distance, but not so far that we can’t tell it’s huge. This is a brief, serene moment in the career of an athlete. He can’t see us completely, and we can’t see him completely, but we each know the other is there. Once he gets close enough, we won’t be able to dream of him anymore. We’ll know what he is, or we will say so. We’ll encase him in the picture of him in our minds, and he won’t be able to dream of himself either.
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