When LaMarcus Aldridge is on fire, there’s a violence to his game.
He has so many different ways of scoring, it’s like he’s a fighter in the Bloodsport tournament who can beat you any number of ways. He’s not limited to one style. He smokes people with his patented turnaround jumper, his pick and pops, rolls to the baskets, thunderous jams and this year he’s rediscovered his three point shot. He’s merciless when he’s in “the zone.”
He smolders. He walks across coals unfazed. It’s so determined and repetitive it’s somewhat uncomfortable to watch, like when a defense just can’t stop the run.