It’s easy to forget that a flux capacitor, a barrel of plutonium and a top speed of 88 miles per hour in combination, can send you hurtling through time.
Luckily, we have Russell Westbrook to remind us that when he’s on the basketball court, the application of this method permits him to rip across the court like Doc Brown’s DeLorean. The instant he pushes down on the accelerator there’s simply no catching Westbrook, who roars by opposing defenders like they’re stuck in 1955, and he’s headed for 2015.
Indeed, the Oklahoma City Thunder have already tossed away their 2014 calendars and are gazing toward June 2015, and a shot at an NBA Championship. That hope, firstly hinges on Westbrook’s blistering pace and supreme energy, which was on full display last week when he returned to the court against the New York Knicks, after being injured for a month.
The only sign of his injury, in fact, was a protective brace on his shooting hand, which may as well have been for show, because at a glance, Westbrook looked as brilliant as the airborne time machine in the Back To The Future movie. That this team started with a 4-12 record is surely now an afterthought, like the fiery vapor trails that vanished from the Hill Valley sky.
When Westbrook is on, dribbling high – then low – with a cross and a spin, leaping beyond defenders to lay it in or slam it down, there’s no stopping him. No way. When he’s tuned in like that, as he was against the hapless Knicks (who should just add the word ‘hapless’ to their moniker), you simply want to be a Thunder fan because it’s riveting.