When a comatose patient moves their fingers, it's cause for celebration. I have no idea if that's factually correct, but that's how I'm feeling about this Andrew Bynum news. After Sixers practice today, Bynum took... the... court. Like, as a human. As a human who plays basketball for a living. One of those guys.
I dig the clashing greys, I dig the high socks, and do I detect a bit of lift under the heels of his feet? I'll take what I can get. He was also hitting his shots, which is just gravy at this point. I'd still be happy if he totally forgot how to shoot a basketball and released with his elbows. I'm just glad he remembers how to wear clothes.
He didn't actually participate in the team's practice, I believe, but a little extracurricular activity with all the eyes in the world (or at least at practice) on him is enough to brighten our Mondays. He's even running now! You guys!
We've got a long, long road to actually playing basketball with other organisms and Johnny Timetable is still a dirty pirate slut (he's hoping for the All-Star Break), but this is a beautiful, glorious start.
Oh and also:
Looks like a bead of sweat forming on Bynum's forehead. First bit of perspiration as a Sixer on the court.— Bob Cooney (@BobCooney76) January 14, 2013
SWEAT ALERT: LEVEL ONE. Break out the champagne, we just clinched the Eastern Conference Finals. Premature? Premature can kiss my somewhat sweaty ass.
Here's the full transcript of the interview. Frame it and Fridge it.