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Curry's glides on-court.

Stephen Curry.

To the uninitiated, the name means and evokes nothing. To the casual observer, a cynical comment at the preposterous package. To the relatively interested, a wave-like analysis of the success achieved. To the crazed Warriors fan, a deep dive into the musings on the elegance and grace with which Mozart played the instrument, Federer caressed the tennis ball, Dravid cajoled the cricket ball, and Curry toyed with the basketball.

Have you ever paused and observed the eyes of a child when given a toy to play with? All that can be only imagined by us, of playing with that toy, are put into action by that child. Even the unimaginable at times. Such is the relationship between Curry, the child, and basketball, the toy.

A little on him: Curry is a player in the NBA team of Golden States Warriors. He is the reigning two-time Most Valuable Player (MVP) in the NBA. The player who draws in the crowds at regular-season games and elicits sounds of approval and appraisal. His claim to fame lies solely on his shooting prowess, a mistake that many a casual follower makes. He is the best 3-point shooter you will ever see gracing the game of basketball. Stats suggest that his high rate of scoring on threes is because of the technique that enables his quick-release from positions of instability. Navigate to the link below for more insight on his amazing ability:


Think of basketball and names like Jordan, Bryant, Reggie Miller, Magic Johnson spring to mind. What I find in them is the monotonous technique of scoring in plays. Those plays that anyone in the NBA can make and gave these select few, fame and glory, only because they did it at a higher frequency than their peers. While I am not deeming this less difficult or ineligible as a criterion for greatness, I am left with a feeling of boredom and a hope that someone someday comes along and hits us with a whiff of fragrant enervating breeze. And that is exactly what Curry provided me. 

His plays and assists are not commonly made. I implore you to focus on him for one game and watch how he influences the strategy for every single attack, the manner with which he toys with the ball and that moment when he gets frustrated with the  lack of movement in his team and rises for a three, rendering immaterial his position on the court, the contesting opposition player, the raucous fans and plenty more. The hallmark of a great player, that which will make him a cut above the rest, is the unselfishness with which he operates. We have seen this quite often with Kohli, Messi, Iniesta and the ilk.  They always look out for a team-mate who is better-placed to give their team an advantage in the game, or in some cases, get their team to gain lost ground on the opposition. It is the same with Curry. He knows he is capable of sinking a three from the farthest corners of the court, yet he frequently and smartly drives into the paint, and eventually releases the ball to a wide-open Durant or Klay Thompson for a three. 

Much of the Warriors' success should be credited to Curry. However, it would be a crime to not acknowledge the role that Kerr has played in bringing together this team, quite evident in the camaraderie that they engage in on-court. Every player revels in the success of his team-mate's and this infectious enthusiasm has rubbed on the bench too. 



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