Exploit of 2011: Brandon Roy Goes Supernova

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"

The Exploit of the Year is ultimately a celebration of the best story. To pick the greatest actual achievement would require accurately weighing the irreducibly complex, interrelated and opaque interplay of cause and effect; the combination of effort and error, tactics and techne, physics and physiques that actually determines a contest. Instead, we tell stories. And no story this year could touch Brandon Roy's fourth quarter evisceration of the Mavericks in game four of the Trail Blazers-Mavericks first round playoff series.



The bare fact of the comeback is enough to make it an Exploit contender: only one team has ever come back from a bigger deficit in the fourth quarter of a playoff game, after all. But what's most striking is just how single-handed it was. Really: with the exception of one Andre Miller 13-footer, Brandon Roy scored or assisted on literally every single point the Blazers scored in the fourth quarter. And who contested Terry's potential game-winner at the buzzer? For a straight half-hour, he fought in the face of overwhelming odds and a year of crumpled dreams¹ and then, with the crowd worked to a fervid state of awe and gratitude and desperate, ecstatic yearning,² iced a four-point play to tie the game. It was fucking effulgent and, even in the moment, the game-winning bank seemed a foregone conclusion.

1: So "despair" is a pretty huge reach in English, but the French term "desespoir", or "dis-hope", seems kind of a propos.
2: The Rose Garden is a place especially convinced of magical thinking, and not without reason. From the infancy of the franchise, the Blazers have had raucus crowds and outstanding home/away splits. The crowd believes deeply in the power of its heavy din to influence the game, to wear on opponents and buoy the Blazers through sheer faith and volume. The atmosphere affects the players' spirits, the thinking goes, which affects their effort, which affects the game. The feeling is not rational, but there's a grain of truth to it, and the amplified emotion of the crowd is contagious, even through a TV set.³
3: If you get the chance, watch a game there live. It will almost certainly be good; it might be a good deal better than that. I was lucky enough to see this game live-- I don't reckon I'll forget it anytime soon.

Game four was the last game Brandon Roy will ever win. He announced his retirement from professional basketball on December 10th, 2011. Like Coleridge's Kubla Khan, Roy's career is brilliant but incomplete, forever haunted by what is missing. The open questions leave a lot of room for myth, but they have certainly robbed him of money and glory, and possibly championships and a spot in the Hall of Fame. It is real and it is tragic. But for all that, it is beautiful, and it's a hell of a story. Maybe we should just let him have the last word:

Adjusting for Era

ROUGH JUSTICE: It occurred to me while watching Bill Belichick: A Football Life that, were Alexander the Great born today, he would end up in pro sports. Or Wall Street, I guess.

OIL CAN SAMSON: Except wasn't he basically tiny and not much of a specimen?

RJ: Right, but coaching.

OCS: Oh, you mean like how Mark Jackson would've conquered Persia a couple centuries ago.

RJ: HANDS DOWN, LANDS DOWN!

OCS: MAMA THERE GOES THAT MONGOL!

RJ: Red Auerbach would have conquered the known world.



RJ: Shaq certainly would have been a Goliath-type character.

OCS: "David, tell me how mine ass tasteth!"

RJ: And everyone would have laughed, because they would have been malnourished and 5'4" and he would have been fucking terrifying to behold.

OCS: Yup. He eats two steaks, cracks a fair to good joke, everyone goes home and starves a little more.



RJ: Do you think the visigoths got Rome because someone like David Kahn ended up in charge of Rome's defenses?¹

1: Turns out Honorius was the emperor at the time.

OCS: Nah. Just too many Urkels in their Legion.

RJ: "Man, how about that city-state of Buffalo in the early 90s? They seiged the shit out of everybody, but just couldn't seal the deal!"

OCS: "No one had an answer for their no-huddle warships!"

RJ: I can certainly see Tom Brady ending up as a Homeric figure. Or Kobe, for that matter.

OCS: Somehow I can't Dan Marino, though. Just how his face looks.

RJ: Yeah, I had the same apprehensions about Peyton Manning. Although the brothers angle plays well with oral traditions!

OCS: Rulon Gardner might end up a Little John-type; but he'd probably just live a brawny, anonymous life farming the shit out of some land.

RJ: KG, on the other hand, would die in battle seven or eight times.

OCS: Man, that dude would take a lot of people with him. He would get a statue and statue KG would be riding a horse, and he would have gone down so hard that the horse would be rearing all four legs off the ground.

RJ: Just resting on its giant, metaphor-laden balls? (I'm sorry that I'm not sorry about that one.)

OCS: HEY GUYS
THIS IS PRETTY UNCOMFORTABLE I GUESS
I WONDER WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO CARE ABOUT THAT