So I watched the game last night while my wife sat on the couch with me, mostly doing stuff on her laptop but intermittently watching the game as well. After the game, as we watched the players hugging and talking on the court, we had roughly this conversation:
My Wife: Who's that guy?
Me: Mikki Moore. The guy with the braids, right?
My Wife: Yeah. I like him.
My Wife: Yeah. I don't know, he just seems cool.
Me: He's pretty cool. You know, when he has a picnic he doesn't need a cooler, he just puts the perishables in his pocket.
My Wife: <rolls eyes>
The point is, she was not paying much attention to the game, but of the attention that she did pay to it, the one thing that made an impression on her was the unearthly coolness of Mikki Moore. Not Kevin Martin scoring at will, not Spencer's thrilling defensive plays, not Bobby Brown's sharpshooting (though she did laugh at my earnest yet flawed impression of Whitney saying Bobby Brown!), but Mikki's coolness beamed through the screen and hit her full in the chest.
I thought he had a pretty good game and I certainly appreciate his energy, enthusiasm, and rapport with his teammates, but my feeble mind will never understand the power of his coolness. Whatever it is, he should bottle it and sell it.
p.s. I did give credit to TZ for the "pershables" line, but only because it fell flat.