Now that we (should) have a firm grasp on your attention, let’s get legitimate real quick.
Dillon Brooks is a rugged 6’7”, 225 LB forward who turned 30 in January and wrapped up his 9th NBA campaign + first as a Phoenix Sun this year. Won’t even lie here, flash back a few years in the past and we’d have called you crazy if you told us we would ever in a million years be suggesting something so seemingly blasphemous.
And yet here we are.
One thing about this guy DB is that he honest to godly thrives in his villain role. He absorbs the negative energy that he attracts, churns it through his inner assembly line, then burns it through his inner core to keep that unrelenting animal inside of him prowling. Opinions are opinions and everyone’s got one, but at the end of the day you can’t hate the dude for having some fun with it out there. Brooks starts butting heads with an opposing superstar, the team’s defensive intensity boosts around him, the fans are on their feet and all the more engaged. Everybody wins?
Also, his aforementioned 9th NBA campaign this year also happened to be his clear-cut cleanest. Brooks settled in nicely in a secondary support role next to Devin Booker and Jalen Green, dropping a career high 20.2 PPG on healthy splits of 43.5% FG x 34.4% 3FG x 84.2% FT in 56 games. Had he reached the 65 minimum games played threshold, he would have had a strong MIP case to discuss with his Canadian companion NAW, eh?
But wait, there’s more.
Brooks more than rode his regular season rhythm with him into the postseason, he outright wore it on his sleeves. The savage led the Suns with 26 PPG on sizzling splits of 45.9% FG x 43.8% 3FG x 100% FT while contributing 6 RPG on the glass as well. And defending the 2x reigning MVP, as well. Despite the series’s unfavorable outcome with the broom sticks, that’s a whole lotta impact if you ask me.