(I’m profiling the big three unpredictable factors for this upcoming Warriors season. Today, the focus is on a forgotten man)
Brandan Wright. He still exists. He still looks like a sad Dracula. His shoulder still slumps atop his arm, waiting to explode all over some unsuspecting baseline. In this Summer interview, he mentions the possession of “unbearable potential,” which is either a malapropism or Freudian reveal:
They spend most of the conversation talking about his injuries. I’d say the segment’s potential unbearability was met and transcended. It was like watching a shark attack victim trace the teeth marks on his body, while clinging to a buoy. On second thought, sorry if you saw the above-posted clip, feel free to sue me for Post Traumatic Vicarious Shoulder Pain.
2009-2010 PER: 24/7 spent in Dracula Coffin
Despite much fan sentiment to the contrary, Wright has been good when in the game, doing the things that Warriors management doesn’t value–because they haven’t valued value. But his playing time has been⟻interrup(stopped)ted.
Randolph and Turiaf morphed into Lee and Amundson. Wright remains, minus his peer rival, Anthony. Fans either invested in Randolph’s raw ferocity or Wright’s polished calm. Both were young, lanky lefties, who produced sneak previews of what they could be in new systems with new coaches with new medical staffs in a different dimension where the Warriors don’t suck and Cohan never existed. But AR endured, and BW slid off the map and into a trainer’s office. Now Randolph’s gone and fans vaguely remember Wright as the guy who had the audacity to be traded for Jason Richardson.
Brandan still has the ability to produce at an All Star level of offensive production. His body might choose the scrub path, but the potential is there. And who knows? With Don Nelson on the way out, a different vibe…I’m not sleeping on Wright’s leap, there could be 10 extra wins in that vault–though the jump might shatter him.