The following is the first installment of a TrueHoop post that was originally published to TrueHoop subscribers on Tuesday, April 9.
Part 2 draws lessons from LeBron’s losing it after J.R. Smith’s mistake in the Finals.
Part 4 is about chewing your fingernails, partying and hitting game-winners.
And here is a public post about the inner workings of the Lakers.
By Henry Abbott
A man who worked closely with LeBron James tells me it is the “most under-told story in sports.”
It’s a story about the oddity of LeBron as a co-worker, how he made it to the NBA, his beliefs about getting things done. It’s about his superpowers and his work ethic, which taken together define him as the best basketball player of all time. And, for many teammates: difficult.
It’s a story that means everything to the NBA’s almost comically successful showpiece team, the Los Angeles Lakers. In a triumphant coup, they signed LeBron last summer, banking on him to lead them back to their former prominence. The Finals is two teams; the NBA is 30. In the Lakers’ 71 years, they have been to the Finals 31 times, winning 16 titles.
The last few years have been a different story, however: The Lakers have missed the playoffs more times in the last six years (six times) than in the team’s first 65 years combined (five). The team’s assets to improve are 1) LeBron James, who signed for three more years, 2) a market with great appeal and revenue, 3) cap space that might lure a big-name free agent, and 4) a pipeline of young players that includes Lonzo Ball, Brandon Ingram, Kyle Kuzma, and, other than two second-rounders, all their future draft picks.
No. 4 is the worry point. Young players need discovering, nurturing, inspiring, forgiving, and tending. It’s not a process the Lakers have down. Their recent castaways—D’Angelo Russell, Julius Randle, Ivica Zubac—are among the league’s most admired emerging talents.
Meanwhile, LeBron has spent much of his career on some of the oldest rosters in the league, out of his ardor for proven veterans like Mike Miller, James Jones, and Ray Allen. A rare exception was when James returned to Cleveland from Miami, joining a young team.
He had a kind of slow-motion public meltdown, subtly sniping at teammates on Twitter (“#petpeeve”), taking a midseason break in Florida, and eventually addressing matters by taking over the offense without consulting the coach.
Recently, ESPN’s Dave McMenamin published a detailed recap of the Lakers season, which suggested LeBron’s still having issues with young players:
In December, James told ESPN that playing with New Orleans Pelicans center Anthony Davis "would be amazing, like, duh. That would be incredible." The sole means the Lakers had to get Davis was to trade away many of the young players in the Lakers locker room. "The only players whose play hasn't been affected by the trade talks are James and Rajon Rondo," a team source told ESPN.
“Another source said he didn’t feel James fully engaged with his young teammates until after the trade deadline. It reached the point of requiring a meeting. “Players focused on James' inconsistent body language throughout the year. The four-time MVP copped to the critique, telling his teammates that, in essence, cutting out behavior like slumped shoulders and sideways glances has been something he has tried to work on his entire career.”
Anyone who watches James closely understands the complaints of those young teammates. His body language often seems to suggest they simply aren’t good enough. Why does the biggest name sweat the smallest stuff? Because of all the sweat it took to get this far.
“He’s lifting weights right now”
The player at the center of Spike Lee’s 1998 basketball movie He Got Game is named “Jesus.” When the movie begins, he’s only 12 and seeking his own salvation: His mom is dead. His dad (played by Denzel Washington at his surliest) killed her and is usually either locked up or half-cocked.
In one of the most memorable scenes of hoops movie history, Jake Shuttlesworth takes young Jesus to the court for some twisted tough love. They’re allegedly playing one-on-one, but mostly it’s bullying—a prison-hardened, full-sized father covering his pint-sized son in sweat, lectures, and curses. His drink is wrapped in brown paper. Later, Jake brings him back to the court at an absurd hour for ball-handling drills and shuttle runs. “You gotta work harder than the next guy, right? It’s the will of the man not the skill of the man,” he insists. “We’re the only people up! Me, you, and Michael Jordan. That’s the only people. Everybody else in the world asleep! What you think Michael Jordan is doing right now! He’s working out! He’s lifting weights right now!”
The belief that the slightest rest spells doom is the hallmark of many great athletic careers. It’s also obsessive thinking.
LeBron loves that movie.
This is a TrueHoop series about LeBron James. He is not only one of the biggest, fastest, and strongest humans in history, but he also has a brain wired for obsessive work. He is exceptional in both body and mind; born enormous and strong, and with an immense capacity to work to get stronger. That’s how to build the best individual player in the history of the game.
His determination to outwork everyone comes with many things, one of which is a certain narrow brand of intolerance. LeBron is tough on himself, and that affects those around him, especially young teammates who can’t match his professionalism. He has ridiculed or quit on plenty of young teammates, it’s hard to name many he has successfully nurtured. Less than a year ago he became a meme of angry disdain after J.R. Smith misconstrued the score in crunch time of Game 1 of last year’s Finals; that night LeBron would profoundly injure his hand punching a whiteboard in disgust.
LeBron is the best at so many things, but getting the best out of young players has never been one of them.
“Some nuts stuff”
The Milwaukee Bucks’ Eric Bledsoe was tossed in the opening minutes of a game last week in Philadelphia for attempting to shatter the 76ers center, Joel Embiid, with a hurled ball. Bledsoe’s absence rattled the Bucks. With a few minutes left, to the delirium of the Philly faithful, the 76ers held a slender but meaningful lead. But the Bucks star and likely league-wide MVP, Giannis Antetokounmpo, had perhaps the best game of his life, and the Bucks hit the big late shots and dispatched a key conference rival.
By the time the team hit the showers, there was a good feeling among the Bucks. Sure, the visitors’ locker room may have been a little threadbare, tattered carpets, nothing close to a window. The showers, around some steamy corner from where the team dressed, barely seemed to have lights at all. But this team had stared adversity in the face and come away with a mathematical lock on the best record in the NBA. Teams like that sometimes win titles.
If the NBA is a dreamland, to be in a room like this, feeling that, is awfully close to the dream. This is why kids linger on the playground at recess, after the bell, hoping to sink just one more longball.
How do you get there? How do you make the NBA? If you could peer into the hearts of everyone around the league, and see their thoughts, this would surely be the top-ranked question. How can you get into that room and be part of that? The honest answer is that you can’t. Close to a billion people watch, play, or follow basketball in some way around the globe. Fewer than 500 put on an NBA uniform in a typical season. You could say NBA players are one in a million, but by those rough numbers, it’s more like one in 2 million. About one in 325,000 Americans is a U.S. Senator. It would be a more realistic plan to be an astronaut or President.
The idea has long been that there is only one exception: to have a truly unusual (and especially: tall) body. In one study, roughly a fifth of the Americans who are seven-feet tall, and of appropriate age, are in the NBA at a given time.
Brook Lopez is seven feet tall and the Bucks’ starting center. As a tribute to the ways height trumps odds, not only did Lopez make the NBA, but his twin brother Robin did too. Brook emerges from the showers needing multiple towels to give his torso a little privacy.
Being seven feet tall isn’t the only way to make the league, though. "Another, grittier way: have an outrageous capacity for work and for avoiding people, habits, and substances that keep you from that work. Some people have bodies that are NBA-perfect and minds that are good enough. Some people have minds that are perfect to get the most out of a body that’s good enough.
As he dressed, it was this latter category that Lopez discussed. Lopez knows a lot about what works in basketball. One of the best bodies in NBA history, Antetokounmpo’s, was only a few yards away. Lopez played with Kevin Garnett and Vince Carter, as well as for Magic Johnson and Jason Kidd. Everyone in the league has an astounding capacity for work.
But Lopez, like every elite athlete, was talking about that athlete. He has a teammate who, Lopez estimates, is “ALL ABOUT IT. Every day in the gym. If we’re on the road, in the hotel gym. He’s always there.”
“I’ve seen him do some crazy things that I absolutely can’t do with my body. … Acrobatic stuff, there’s strength. Yeah. There’s some nuts stuff.”
He shot a look down the row of lockers. Ten feet away, there was the guy, putting on his pants. “Pat.”
American Ninja Warrior
“Pat” is Pat Connaughton, the pride of Arlington, Massachusetts. He was never a sure thing, and might never be. A few years ago, Pat measured 6-foot-4 without shoes at the 2015 NBA draft combine. He’s listed an inch taller. The secret sauce for professional players that “small” is shooting ability, and here Connaughton is perhaps good enough but certainly not elite. (An uncharitable review of his position would be that he is a non-shooting shooting guard—historically a great recipe for a short career.)
Go down the list of 6-foot-4ish hopefuls at the combine with Connaughton, and you’ll see that as it is in the numbers, so it is in the stories: Almost nobody makes the NBA. His compatriots are now on teams like the Herd, Hustle, and the Blue in the G-League. Or they’re overseas at Dinamo Sassari, Telekom Baskets Bonn, or in the Turkish Basketbol Super Ligi.
Not long after that combine, Connaughton was drafted 41st overall and then played a grand total of 143 minutes all season for the Blazers. Both numbers are huge accomplishments, both numbers predict a career likely to end.
But Connaughton has been expecting and prepping for the challenge of keeping his NBA job since middle school. He works to keep his career every day, and as a result, that night in Philly he had just logged 31 minutes and 23 seconds for the best team in the NBA.
In researching this story, I asked some of the finest athletes on the planet, from basketball and beyond, about work ethic. A common question: How do you feel when you miss a workout because of, say, a long flight, a funeral, or whatever life throws at you? (That night, in a typical response by a fine athlete, I asked the same thing of the 76ers’ Mike Scott, who answered that if he misses a day he feels “sluggish.”)
Connaughton wouldn’t even let me finish the question.
“Doesn’t happen.”
This was a first. Wait, it never happens? Other than a few weeks of rest after the NBA season, Connaughton says he takes no days off. No questions asked?
“No questions asked. Prioritize. Make sure you handle your business.”
Harsh. Heroic. Bewildering. And what got him here.
Connaughton determined in eighth grade that he needed to dunk, to defeat stereotypes about unathletic white shooting guards. So he figured it out. In high school, he thought it would take special work to get a college scholarship, so he connected with a demanding trainer. He played for Notre Dame, he says, after high-school years dedicated in no small part to “jumping off the ground and doing 360 windmills and things like that, it changes people’s perception of you. And it kind of negates the whole stereotype.”
Lopez and Connaughton both struggle to describe specific Connaughton workouts. “In Milwaukee,” says Connaughton, “our weight room’s ... think of American Ninja Warrior. It’s set up for functional movements. Instead of doing chin-ups and pull-ups I try to do muscle-ups. All the way up.” He mentions something called a 90/90, then mentions “different things with chains on me.”
The process of making himself athletic enough for the NBA made him athletic enough for just about anything. As a baseball pitcher, he had a fastball in the mid-90s and was a fourth-round draft pick by the Baltimore Orioles who still hope Pat might resume playing baseball. I joke that he should go on the TV show American Ninja Warrior, and his curt reply that his GM might not like it makes me feel like he has considered it.
There’s a shirtless Connaughton, in socks, chucking a football 80 yards. He swears it is real. (Here’s a recent article about the longest pass in NFL history, which traveled 68 yards in the air.)
Here’s what he says drives all that working out: “I gotta look myself in the mirror and be like: did I do everything I could today to help extend my NBA career, to help extend my professional sports career, to help make me the best version of myself that I can be? That’s what drives it, because at night when I lay there, if I hadn’t? Well, it’s tough to sleep.”
Wired differently
Research shows that obsessive work often comes with a social cost. Or, more accurately, most people don’t do that because it can be socially weird to be so all-in, all the time. People that dedicated to their work tend to invest less time and attention in friends, family, and other people generally. (Adam Silver recently told the story of an unnamed superstar saying he spent entire road trips alone in his hotel room.) Connaughton doesn’t have kids, for instance. Most dads miss a workout or two. Some of the best athletes head home early from, say, team-building dinners, because they’re worried about the next morning’s workout. I asked Lopez if Connaughton’s intensity was ever weird, and he said Pat had it down. “He gets it all in,” he says. “Team dinner, break bread, and then get his work in the next day, too.”
But everyone on the team also knows about Connaughton’s friendship with Giannis and the unique way it began when the Bucks signed their new shooting guard last summer. “I remember when I got here,” Connaughton mentions casually, “it was hey Giannis I can lift more than you. He was like no way, and then we started to go back and forth.”
Wait, that’s literally how their relationship began? With Pat straight up challenging a new coworker to a contest?
Connaughton couldn’t remember exactly the order of things, but maybe. “I don’t know if that’s the first way it started,” he says, but the rivalry “definitely started early.”
Giannis is fine with it, anyway, and later confirms Connaughton can outlift him, before adding “I’m going to get him in the summer.”
I laugh. This is not a normal way to make a new friend! Connaughton laughs too, but less than I do, and says, “Wired differently, I guess.”
Seeing threats
I ask Connaughton who else in the league feels like he does about working out. For a while he struggles to come up with anyone, saying only “that’s a good question.” Finally, he mentions Giannis, who he says is “side-by-side with him” in a lot of workouts.
I’d nominate one other: LeBron. In some ways, he’s Brook Lopez and Pat Connaughton. He is not as tall as Lopez but has a body perhaps even more rare, with—as we’ll discuss later in the series—wiring like Connaughton’s. Both Connaughton and LeBron fight the anxiety that if they take it easy, they’ll become obsolete or unemployed.
You might laugh. Does LeBron really think that?
A hallmark of obsessive thinking is a tilted assessment of threats. “The anxious person has the same fight-or-flight response—and in some cases experiences the same physical panic, agitation, cold sweat, and itchiness—that anyone can feel when adrenaline begins to pump in response to a threat,” psychiatrist Gail Saltz writes in The Power of Different. “However, the person with anxiety isn’t reacting to immediate danger, but rather to worry about what might happen.”
It’s not always bad. You ever see a twig and think it’s a snake? You are wrong, and look silly for a moment—but that kind of vigilance is natural selection in play on humankind; those without it more often died of snakebites. “In milder forms, this kind of worry can be preventive—the student who is worried enough about the test to study harder is likelier to do better than the student who knows she’s smart and trusts that she’ll do well,” writes Saltz.
It’s not true, of course, that Jesus must work out while everyone else is sleeping (on the contrary, exercise scientists see sleep as a performance wonder drug). But it can feel that way. Anxiety is about doing a poor job of evaluating threats. If you think missing a workout will doom you, you won’t miss a lot of workouts, and might become elite. But you might also see doom in other things, as many elite athletes do.
Rafael Nadal arrived to the top of tennis believing he could only step over a line with his right foot, not his left. Between points, he believes he has to do something bizarre to his crotch. He lines up his sports drink and water bottles ever-so-precisely courtside at every match. He’s “ordering my surroundings,” he writes in his book Rafa, “to match the order I seek in my head.” This brain misperceives what really is and is not life or death. And that might be what drove him to be so good at tennis.
Deadly NBA shooter J.J. Redick finds the world so chaotic that his uber-organized closet is, he tells The New York Times, “his happy place.” He still seethes about a day in 2013 when his room service was 20 minutes late. He doesn’t want to know what will happen if he goes a summer Sunday without making the exact same 342 shots. Not 343.
Jesus
LeBron is following in the footsteps of Jesus Shuttlesworth himself; longtime NBA player Ray Allen is the actor who played the role of grown-up Jesus in He Got Game. One of the best shooters of all time, thanks to thousands of hours honing his craft, he is famous as the NBA’s obsessor-in-chief, on and off the court. When Ray’s college roommate Travis Knight once left dirty dishes in the sink, Allen was so rattled he put the filthy plates in the poor guy’s bed.
In the NBA, heaven help the teammate who took his parking place. Messing with Ray’s warmups was unthinkable. He’d even get itchy if teammates altered their warmups. There were arguments. “Ray’s to blame,” teammate Paul Pierce told Jackie MacMullan for a Boston Globe story about Allen’s obsessions. “He’s crazy. One night he gets on the plane and says, ‘Paul, you’re in the wrong seat.’ I told him, ‘Man, there’s a hundred seats open. Leave me alone.’”
In 2014, a microphone caught LeBron, in a Heat huddle, telling his teammates: “Ever since I saw He Got Game, I thought he could do no wrong.” James is talking about Allen, by then a real-life teammate, whom people still call Jesus Shuttlesworth. Just then Allen walks by, and James hollers “Keep going, Jesus,” pronouncing the name in Spanish (“HAY-soos”) as the two slap hands.
Of course LeBron loved the movie. It’s on every list of the best basketball movies ever, and unlike Hoosiers, Space Jam, and White Men Can’t Jump, it has a racial perspective that feels genuine.
When He Got Game came out in 1998, LeBron was impressionable, 13, and very like Jesus: planning to overcome an absent father and long odds through hard work at basketball.
Three years after it came out, and shortly after winning his second straight high-school state championship, 16-year-old LeBron was interviewed on Cleveland’s local Channel 10 news. Reporter Kirk Herbstreit asked him how he stays motivated. LeBron practically quotes Jake Shuttlesworth: “Every day you gotta go out there and work. Because there’s someone out there working too. And if you stop, I think they can pass you up.”
The work ethic that comes out of that way of thinking might be LeBron’s real superpower. Somewhere deep down he knows a lot about how Pat Connaughton feels when he’s trying to fall asleep at night. “James is the product of a childhood that left him prone to obsessing about routines,” writes Brian Windhorst of ESPN in likely the most insightful paragraph ever written about LeBron. “In third grade, he missed 100 days of school. In fourth grade, a foster family, the Walkers, established rituals for everything from homework to grooming. LeBron turned in every assignment on time, had perfect attendance and has, according to those close to him, fetishized routine ever since.”
Pam Walker remembers that LeBron shared a room with Frankie, and she often had to ask Frankie to clean his half of the room. But LeBron’s half was tidy. “They put the discipline act into me,” said LeBron.
The discipline knows no bounds. LeBron told ESPN interviewer Rachel Nichols that he was too cheap to pay for the commercial-free version of the music app Pandora. He hates to pay data charges. Even in the second half of huge playoff games, the camera will sometimes catch him tucking in his uniform shirt just so.
This is obsession
When you see the character of young Jesus on the court, you want to tell him, “Just keep going. It’ll turn out all right.” And if they’re making a movie about him, and he’s a basketball player, it probably will. But the whole point is the odds are long. In real life, a player like Jesus ends up at an AAU tournament where there are ten players as good, and some of them are bigger, stronger, and meaner. Even at a tender and impressionable young age, there’s a real physical battle to win, and then another one. Year after year, with talk of life or death and lifting your family from violence, drugs, and poverty. Many fall off the path. Those who don’t emerge from the battles with scars—very often the conviction that even a tiny bit of slacking is death, or close.
This is obsession, the most under-told story in sports.
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It's this type of insight that made me a fan of Truehoop back when I started reading in 2007.
Can't wait for the next part in this series.