I’ve thought a lot about DeMar DeRozan over the last couple days. Ever since seeing him sitting there on the bench on Sunday afternoon trying to somehow get his mind ready to play a basketball game, I’ve wondered about what’s going through his head. He lost a hero, a mentor, and a friend, and he found out about it an hour before he had to go put a ball in a hoop. How does one do that? How do you will your body to go through the motions when your mind is desperately trying to be anywhere else?
What We Learned from the Spurs win over the Jazz
