5) The Andray Blatche Experience
I mean, where are we exactly? Blatche was signed as an afterthought—a low-risk, medium-reward answer to Billy King’s insistence on height. And he’s pretty much perfectly delivered on that promise of a schizophrenic line chart. His peaks this year have been close to transcendent: 11-12 against the Kings, up-and-unders that would make Kevin McHale blush, a real-life iteration (along with Reggie Evans) of the Bash Brothers from D2: The Mighty Ducks. The lows have been predictable: indolent help defense, questionable decision-making, championing the uninspired and recycled bench nickname Bench Mob when they clearly should be called the Blatche Mob.
Occasionally, Blatche will end up with a loose ball and run the fast break. When his impressive handles (for a seven-footer or otherwise) lead him to the three point line, there is a brief moment when anything is possible. That moment is the Andray Blatche Experience. That moment is the reason and result.
