Several times over the course of the game you'd see Greg seemingly locked into the paint and likely forced into an off-kilter hook, reverse attempt, or possibly having to kick the ball out after pulling in a pass or offensive rebound. You couldn't help but be convinced that he'd had it, not because of his injuries or his youth or any other mitigating factor, but just because most big men don't have any other options in that situation beyond the ones listed above.
So which was it, the pass, the iffy hook, or the desperate reverse attempt? Neither. The guy just rose up and dunked it. Every time. Every damn time. It was startling.
He might be creaky for a while, and there are holes, but I was certainly won over. And the warmth of the unexpected, that whiff of "where did that come from?" ... in one night I was reminded of why, exactly, I do this, and why I'm lucky to do this for a living. It's what keeps me coming back......
