Timofey Mozgov and the Triumph of the Human Spirit

I’m not going to lie to you all — I’ve been low. Life’s hard, ya know? There are times where stuff really starts to pile up, and there’s no worse sound than that alarm clock buzzing in your ear, no worse thought than having to put your feet on the floor. But do you know what I do when those mornings come? I think of Timofey Mozgov.

See, I might think I’ve got it bad sometimes, but my petty troubles are nothin’ compared to what Timofey’s been through. This is someone whose utter debasement has been watched by the masses upwards of 5,000,000 times, whose shaming was so public that it birthed a new term in the lexicon of basketball. But did any of that stop Timofey Mozgov? You bet your ass it didn’t. He got up the next morning and started that long road back to redemption — one step at a time.

When I first saw DeMar DeRozan put it down over Mozgov last night, I cringed. Really, how much abuse does one man deserve? Then I remembered the immortal words of renowned philosopher Kelly Clarkson. We are all Timofey Mozgov.

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Robert Mays is a staff writer at Grantland.

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