Last November, on the 882nd day of his involuntary basketball sabbatical, at halftime of the 148th straight game he’d be forced to miss, Klay Thompson settled into a folding chair to assess the Warriors’ past, present and future. The question put to him was broad, and Thompson would soon get to his answer. But something else was bothering him.
“Also, about that top 75 thing,” Thompson said, interrupting, “it’s like: How many records, shooting-wise, do I have to break to be considered one of the greatest shooters …” and then he stopped himself. “Like, whatever. It’s in the past, man.