I’m starting to feel like Jimmer Fredette is the NBA equivalent of “Snakes on a Plane.” You either get it and think it’s completely awesome, or you don’t, and think it’s completely stupid.
Sacramento Kings fans? Well, they’re much like the Alamo Drafthouse Theater in Austin where I saw the opening of “Snakes on a Plane” alongside a stacked house of mostly drunk people, Quentin Tarantino, and Rosario Dawson (they were there, not like I was hanging out with them; also they were filming “Grindhouse” so Rosario looked pretty beat up and worn out). Basically, they scream at all the right parts and regardless of what the realities are of the film and its actual content, they could not be happier with what they’re experiencing.
From the Sacramento Bee:
The Jimmer jet officially touched down in Sacramento around 5 p.m. Friday afternoon, carrying Kings rookie Jimmer Fredette, and the scene at Sacramento International Airport was fit for a rock star of Bono’s ilk, not a smiling 22-year-old from upstate New York.
Welcome to the Jimmer Show.
A few hundred people crowded around baggage claim at Terminal A for a glimpse of the former BYU star, who was acquired by the Kings in the first round of Thursday’s NBA draft.
It’s really great that so many people are backing a 6-2.5 “point guard” described as “more athletic than you think!” which is code for “not really athletic but saying he’s a slug is too far so we’ll say he’s athletic in an overreaction.” It’s also awesome that everyone is excited to see a score-first rookie who’s walking into a hornets nest of shoot-first guards in Marcus Thornton, Tyreke Evans, the newly acquired goldmine ( as in, he costs a fortune and you have to work to get your value back) John Salmons. The thrill is palpable.
In truth, though, maybe the Kings don’t need a playmaking, distributing point guard, and maybe Fredette’s shot-creating talents really will translate. One thing overlooked year after year by everyone, including us humble bloggers, is that there are a number of things in the NBA that happen which make no sense at all. Granted, most of them have to do with Ron Artest or the tattoo stylings of the Denver Nuggets, but the Mavericks won a championship with a 38-year-old point guard, Tyson Chandler who for years was considered a bust, and Shawn Marion who several members of the national media thought was dead. Weird stuff happens in this league.
Jimmermania actually turning out to be worth the price of admission isn’t the craziest idea ever. And for now at least, it’s got Sacramento excited about Kings basketball.