Is it weird to say basketball is our most romantic sport? In the artistic sense, not like it’s all lovey-dovey. I think most votes would go to baseball and its obsessive pastoral nostalgia, and fair enough. But I’ll take basketball any day. I’ll take the pick-and-roll. The give-and-go. The 10-year-old heaving up shots toward a crooked rim at the end of her dusty driveway as the moon rises and day turns to dusk turns to night. I’ll take the opening credits of Hoosiers.
I’ll take Kelsey Plum. And if you want to throw him in, I’ll take Michael Porter Jr., too.
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