A zillion years ago, when I sat in great cheap season seats with my buddy who was the third Clipper fan in the Sports Arena on any given night, we watched the Clips get spanked by the Seattle Supersonics and we watched this kid come off the bench for Seattle and make unconscionable athletic moves. His name, I learned, was Shawn Kemp, and he would turn out to be great -- for a bit.
We also had to watch, year after painful year, this big muscley stud for Utah single handedly (ok, double handedly with that lil weasel Stockton) destroy our Clips -- in the regular season and then, during the oh so brief Brown and Fitch years, in the playoffs.
Blake Griffin is the bastard spawn of Shawn Kemp and, as he develops his jumper, Karl Malone. He can be one of the very best, most athletic, most unstoppable power forwards since Elgin Baylor. If he can continue to improve that jumper and continue to improve his ft shooting, and if we can keep him with his own version of Stockton (no need to point out the obvious), he can make history.
I have been a Clipper fan since Year 1 in San Diego. Blake makes me happier thqn Randy Smith, World B Free, Terry Cummings, Tom Chambers, Derek Smith, pre-knee injury Ron Harper, Danny Manning, Loy Vaught, Brent Barry, Lamar Odom, Darius Miles, pre-knee injury Shaun Livingston, Elton Brand and Eric Gordon all put together in a Clipper stew.
And he is going to make Mama Shawn and Papa Karl veery proud.