Zach LaVine —and fill in all the rest of the names— is no Michael Jordan. No, Zach LaVine is better than Michael Jordan. And probably Vince Carter and Dominique Wilkins, also.
It’s almost heresy, of course, to suggest such basketball blasphemy. And we sort of take Zach for granted here as he completes his recovery from an anterior cruciate ligament tear. So it’s often all about his shot selection and his contract and his defense, all analyzed with granular inefficiency.
To paraphrase Richard Nixon, which doesn’t make me proud, you don’t mind the examination with a microscope.