Somewhere in the bowels of the Charlotte Hornets practice facility, seven footers shoot floaters on repeat.
A polar-pale blur of big bodies perfecting interesting ways of throwing a ball at a rim to compensate for both a perceived and real lack of general northward thrust. They confound invisible defenders, who’ve yet to figure out they are guarding giant, caucasian, and significantly less sensual version of mid-2000 teardrop virtuoso, and Desperate Housewife ex-husband, Tony Parker.
See if you can spot the culprits for yourself:
Cody Zeller, Frank Kaminsky, and Spencer Hawes — Charlotte’s triumvirate of oddly-skilled big men.