The ball kicked back out towards halfcourt and suddenly, the fate of the game rested on Jeremy Lin’s slender, 6-foot-3, 200-pound frame. Six minutes on the clock, up eight, national television and Kobe Bryant starting to get warmed up, Lin stared down Pau Gasol, the four-time All-Star and the two-time NBA champion. Lin’s eyes darted from left to right, his mind processing everything in front of him. Where is the mismatch? Where should I go? You know, point guard stuff. He dribbled once, twice, three times. Gasol stepped back, Lin pulled up, floating a toe on the line, 23-foot jumper.
Chris Mannix has a good piece over at SI.com suggesting that undrafted, Harvard-educated basketball phenom Jeremy Lin is here to stay–even if he might not be good for 20 points and 10 assists each time he steps on a basketball court. But what if the “new Tebow” winds up becoming the next Tom Brady: an established, competent, and self-satisfied professional? Once his rags-to-riches story is forgotten, as Brady’s was, will we want Lin to stop succeeding?
If history is any prognosticator, we’ll get sick of him. But for the moment the no-name is one hell of a good story.