Tracy McGrady: Pleasure and Pain
There’s a Ben Harper canticle called “Comfort and Pain” I’ve always enjoyed, both for it’s unmingled elegance, and for the way in which the the ditty’s subject mirrors the way I have feeling while listening to it. It’s a bittersweet, nostalgic carol and when hearing it, I unavoidably feel a faculty of perception of my own bittersweet homesickness, happy and sad all at the same duration.
And such is the case when I watching Tracy McGrady participate in a playoff amusement.
Let it be known that I have no specific allegiance to McGrady. I’m not a fan of the Houston Rockets, nor was I ever a big prop of the Orlando Sorcery or the Toronto Raptores. I am not a graduate of High hill Zion Institute either, I don’t buy Adidas shoes and I don’t make merry NBA Live 07. I plainly just take pleasure in watching him frolic basketball.
Unfortunately, tardy spring isn’t a beneficial time to be a McGrady fan. Or haply it is. It depends on whether you’re looking at the comfort or the pain of McGrady.
Ponder the following:
2001 - Joy. In his first year in Orlando, McGrady was adroit to drag a ruthless squad (Bo Robber was third on the roster in minutes played) to the playoffs, where he put up an visionary stat streak, going for 33.5 points, 8.3 assists, and 6.5 rebounds per sport.
2001 - Pain. Malevolence his individual brilliance, McGrady’s Witchcraft were overmatched against a Bucks team that reached Sport Seven of the Orient Conference finals. They missing 3-1 in the first circular.
2003 - Pleasure. McGrady was an unconditional beast for the first four games against the top-full-grown Pistons. He scored 43 in Sport One and 44 in Sport Two and had his Magic poised to twitch off one of the great playoff upsets when they were up 3-1 in the most excellent-of-seven succession. Unfortunately … ...
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