Physically, this kid is exactly what you want on your team. He’s a six-foot-six point guard. He’s a very fluid ball handler who breeds excitement as he dribbles up and down the court. He slashes to the hoop well enough to keep defenders honest and passes well enough to give teammates plenty of wide open looks. His jumpshot can be ugly at times but is usually very effective, especially the “Catch and Shoot” variety and he has enough faith from his courtmates, to be considered, even as a point guard, as the other half of an “Alley Oop.” Off the court he is just Lavar Ball’s confused kid.
A few years ago this kid would have been a no-brainer as the number one overall pick. Fans would be talking about how their respective teams could be trading up to get him rather then trying to find a way to make sense of avoiding him. General Managers are finally learning the value of hitting on top draft picks. They are also figuring out how devastating it can be to miss on a guy. In this case, Ball has a one man circus following him and we have learned recently that distractions are… exactly that, and Lavar and his mouth just may be the worst kind.
To me, he is like the worst kind of “day time talk show.” He spends his whole life dreaming up the most ridiculous things to say and then blurts them out at the first chance he gets. The worst part is that it actually seems like he believes them.
“Back in my heyday, I would kill Michael Jordan one-on-one.”
“I’ll tell you right now, he’s better than Steph Curry to me.”
– Lavar Ball
For this reason, I don’t believe it matters how good you think this kid is or has the potential to be, you should avoid him, his $495.00 shoes, his billion dollar endorsements and most of all his parasite father. The way he always hangs his head and looks up at you shyly but arrogantly when he’s talking, looks to me like a kid who’s been broken by a domineering father and has no clue where to find the pieces, much less try to put them back together. He’s like an android that’s been programmed to destroy his opponents but bow humbly to his master.
It doesn’t matter how talented you are, if you bust, you bust. This kid has already become a giant question mark and a punchline and he hasn’t even dribbled a ball on the big stage yet. Yet, it seems apparent that somebody will only look at his potential on the court instead of how big of a cancer he can be in the locker room and will take a chance on him in the draft. I’ve got to admit, the way he moves around the court, it’s like he owns the place, like he grew up there and had no choice but to succeed. It could be somewhat difficult not to pull the trigger.
Once he steps off of the court though, the familiar roar of the crowd fades and the bright lights disappear and he looks frightened. It’s like his cape and mask have been taken off and he’s back in his street clothes fidgeting and feeling awkward. The one thing he has going for him is that so far he’s been able to put his money where Lavar’s mouth is, the question that still needs to be answered, is can he do it against the best of the best.
I personally think he would be a perfect fit in New York as a Knick. He wouldn’t necessarily improve their chances of overtaking the better teams in the East but he does seem to have a lot in common with the current legacy they are creating. You just got to hope that how ever it turns out, Lonzo learns to man up and take control of his own destiny.