Anthony Davis is having a season for the ages.
Despite being in just his third year, he’s dominating older opponents. His PER, 33.7, would rank No. 1 all time.
In no way does he seem young on the court
Off the court is another matter entirely.
Davis is 21, a fact printed right there in the program but still met with incredulity around the NBA. “You’ve got to be s——- me,” says a Brow-beaten forward, recently pureed by Davis’s incessant spin moves and back cuts. “I want to check the birth certificate.” In many ways Ant acts his age. He sketches cartoons with Smith (“Russ went for SpongeBob, which is easy,” Davis moans. “I did Dil Pickles, from Rugrats”), regales the Pelicans with magic tricks (“I used to watch Criss Angel and David Blaine on YouTube”) and nicknames his pregame meal, tortellini and chicken breast, the double double. (“My chef is working on the triple double.”) Since New Orleans drafted him first, out of Kentucky in 2012, Davis claims to have never been on Bourbon Street, preferring pizzas to po’boys. During a dinner at Mellow Mushroom last season, the manager invited him to the kitchen, and instead of observing he helped the staff roll pies.
Some advice for you: Read Jenkins’ entire feature. It’s a good look at an emerging superstar.
Some advice for Davis: Check out Bourbon Street. It’s a lot of fun.