The workout took place on Tuesday:
Clank.
Clank.
Clank.
Clank.
Whoosh (the sound of an airball).
A nervous, uncomfortable feeling spreads around the NYAC in New York City as the projected #1 overall pick in the draft bricks shot after shot.
What is going on here?
Clearly Blake Griffin has something on his mind, beyond the minor pain he’s suffering in two of his fingers, a byproduct of a drill he did last week in which he had to complete 750 push-ups in 80 minutes.
“I haven’t had time to eat much today,” Griffin explains sheepishly afterwards. “I wasn’t feeling so hot out there to start off.”
While no one would expect Griffin to look like Rip Hamilton shooting jumpers from 18-20 feet out, no one would expect him to look like Shaq at the free throw line either. There is nothing fluid about his jumper today, particularly in the rigidness of his left elbow, even if his mechanics really aren’t that bad.
