Houston — From the opposite end of the court, it looks as though the years have simply melted away. A head-fake here, a jab stab step there, a spin move that starts toward the baseline and then comes back into the middle for a jump hook that’s softer than baby’s breath.
Hakeem Olajuwon always knew he never wanted to carry a clipboard, sit on a bench or kneel in a huddle drawing up plays.
But this is different. It’s not coaching as much as it is teaching. It’s not drilling as much as it is shining a path from his past into the future of the game.