It wasn’t until Ty-shon Alexander splashed his third consecutive three that I realized that basketball was officially back. Perhaps I got a bit of an inkling when Martin Krampelj stole a pass at the top of the key, looked behind to find no one chasing him, and emphatically stuffed the ball through the rim, his left knee as springy as a wet trampoline in July.
Perhaps it was evident that hoops was back when Mitch Ballock hit a rhythm three and sauntered down court to play defense like he’d done the three point thing a million times before.