Everyone’s talking about LeBron James and Kevin Durant, and with good reason. But James and Durant are basically nice young men who happen to be very good at basketball. Wade and Westbrook are, by contrast, demons who have assumed human form in order to slake their thirst for devastation on the basketball court.
Stylistically, they’re surprisingly similar, bowling-ball guards who hurl themselves at the rim across space and time. Temperamentally, they’re opposites — Wade a contemptuous aristocrat coolly wrecking peasants, Westbrook an enthusiastic experimenter with drugs he invents in his basement. Glasses-wise, it’s not clear they can exist in the same room without someone getting hurt, or possibly spontaneously developing 20/0 vision. “I can see clearly now, because I didn’t need prescription lenses in the first place,” Johnny Nash sings faintly, before they decapitate him.