The dawn of Lance Stephenson’s eighth season has been a thunderous one.
Not thunderous like Domantas Sabonis’ thunderous. That’s the good type of thunderous, the type that wakes people up for their former ambivalence into a state of stunned awe, like when Dr. Grant sees a dinosaur for the first time in Jurassic Park. Stephenson’s season has been the type of thunder that you hear 30 minutes before your alarm goes off and you sincerely question if you should just try again tomorrow.
Against the Brooklyn Nets on October 18, Lance was mostly Good Lance.