For basketbloggers, summer is ripe for wordy, meandering larks and the most superfluous of poppycock; all the stuff we’d like to write about during the season but can’t because of the million other things going on. Which is why when Pounding the Rock’s bossman, J.R. Wilco, asked me if I’d like to revisit the significant but understated changes to Tim Duncan’s game over his lengthy career, I said yes — even though I suffer from one of the worst sports memories possible.
I’ve told J.R. this before, to which he texted back, “Not a great attribute in a writer,” before following it up with a single, reassuring emoji.