MINNEAPOLIS That guy is really making an impression.
You know, the big one. He's huge. That guy is so strong. Whoa.
In many opposing NBA locker rooms, Nikola Pekovic doesn't yet have a name. He's the big guy, the source of shaking heads and shrugs, perhaps even a few unintentional bruises.
In a league in which word travels fast, the Timberwolves' 6-foot-11, 290-pound center remains somewhat of a mystery. Perhaps it's because he's stationed on the northernmost edge of the NBA map, rather than in New York, where a couple of high-scoring nights is enough to set off a media phenomenon rife with word play and hyperbole. Regardless, though, Pekovic should be getting a lot more attention than he is, and he may be the best thing that's happened to the Timberwolves in the past two weeks.
Hurry, then. Come up with some names for this. Peksanity? No, that's been done. Pekilicious? Pektastic? Each one sounds more ridiculous than the next, especially when you consider the man himself. That ...