Lamar Odom

[Pants II]

http://www.si.com/thecauldron/2015/1...ppers-new-york

There are few to whom basketball seemed to come as easily as it had for Lamar Odom. Here was a style rapid-fluid and steeped in finesse—an effortless puzzle of moves and decisions stemmed, it often felt, through some preternatural understanding of, and need for, collaboration. For community. For belonging.

Hyperbole though it was, the “Next Magic” moniker nevertheless was rooted in a very real, sincere recognition. That Lamar Odom, when mind and eyes and soul were set to it, played the right way. That whatever his heart-hung baggage, basketball was a language Odom both spoke and understood. That he heard not just the game’s notes and solos, but the music itself.

Praying for Lamar and his children.

I'll not bother with the roadside gypsies.