Stephen Curry drives past Mario Chalmers. (Credit)
Everyone has an affinity for the games they watched as a child. For the most part, I happened to grow up in a pretty crappy era of basketball. My formative years, the ones where I actually began to learn the game instead of just watching it, featured far too many Spurs titles, one out of Detroit that still doesn’t make sense, and such a ridiculous officiating atrocity in Miami that I was just called for a personal foul on Dwyane Wade for writing this column.
There was one exception, though. It’s been 12 years, yet my buddy Macklin (another TSP basketball writer) and I generally can’t go longer than 20 minutes without our conversation devolving into a breakdown of the 2001 playoffs, and not because it was the last year Milwaukee will ever be allowed in the Conference Finals. It was because of the individual greatness of one player. I call this "Iverson’s Law."
As you probably guessed, it’s named after Allen Iverson, who ...