Many thoughts jump through my mind after taking part in the slam dunk contest. Primary among them is this: El Conquistador was never revealed!
I had reserved my masterpiece of dunking for the final round. This was mistake-prone, as I was not able to ascend to the finals. Perhaps there will be opportunism for it next year?
If you have interests in seeing my efforts, they exist below.
Perhaps there are lessons for me here. But which contain the validity? Here are some recommendations others have offered.
1.) American judges do not comprehend Spanish stylings. My first dunk was a smooth operator (behind-my-back pass bounces off the backboard before a one-handed dunking), but I received the lowest of scores!
Did my Fernando Martín jersey cloud the judges eyes with confusion? Did efficiency make the dunk happen too quickly? Did the judges understand the ascending sequential nature of the numbers 1-10?
(Seeing the replays, announcer Kenny Smith's skepticisms were most unbecoming. Ricky Martin jokes? Meanwhile Reggie Miller was opining that I lost because of "the amateurism of Spain.")
The crowd booed the scorings. I love the crowd. And Tim Duncan had infuriations! He cried out that the fixings had been put into the competition. (He may have been right. Once I understand what he said, I will know better.)
2.) Never trust a Laker. Pau Gasol is a fellow Spaniard. But his passes on my second dunk were variable. Some came from behind Pau’s back! Other passes of his may have worked, so the blame is laid out at my feet. But I trust Pau. His sabotage of my routine was not purposeful.
3.) Sergio cost me, and he must pay. This is a horse I have beaten on before, but for the reiteration: my best friend, fellow Spaniard, and mate Sergio Rodriguez stayed on the sidelines for vacationing instead of on court with me.
Revenge will be plentiful.
My post-dunk video interview is here.