There are 14 seconds left on the clock, and Latrell Sprewell has the basketball in his hands and Vince Carter in his face. It's the second game of the first-round playoff series between the New York Knicks and the Toronto Raptors. With the Knicks behind by a point, Sprewell gathers himself in the left corner, the seconds ticking down and the crowd noise building up. Then he springs toward the lane, pulls up and hits a silky six-footer that floats over Carter's head. New York wins 84-83 and, four nights later, terminates the Raptors in Toronto.
The Knicks-Raptors match-up was supposed to be a coming-out party for Carter, a.k.a. Air Canada, the NBA's designated supernova. Instead it turned into a showcase for the NBA's new back-from-hell hero, Sprewell, whose career was nearly cut off, along with Golden State Warrior coach P.J. Carlesimo's air supply, when Sprewell attacked and choked his coach more than two years ago. Sprewell was barred from the 1997-98 NBA season, lost nearly $7 million in pay and was reinstated only after an arbitrator ruled in his favor. The Warriors unloaded him on the Knicks, who were desperate for help and willing to take a chance. It paid off when Sprewell helped lead the Knicks' unlikely charge into the NBA finals.
Since then, Sprewell has been a favorite among New York's hard-hearted fans, who have embraced his maturity and industry. He still blazes with intensity--his suffocating defense on Carter included a flagrant but not malicious foul that floored Air Canada. But Spree leaves it all on the court, and even NBA commissioner David Stern has had kind words for him. It's Sprewell's face, after all, that the League elected to represent the Knicks in its playoff commercials. "I'm glad I was able to turn it around," Sprewell told reporters last week. "It could have easily gone the other way. I've done a good job of keeping my head above water, and I want to stay there."
This week he'll be a pivotal player in the Knicks' showdown with the Miami Heat, their archrival in the Eastern Conference. Previous playoff series between these two teams have resembled WWF throwdowns. These days the only thing Sprewell goes after is a win. He's not a fluid player, but unpredictably jerky, his arms everywhere at once, his feet in the same place for only a millisecond. Then he makes the swift shot or the quick pass, or he's above the rim crashing the ball through the hoop--as he did in game three against the Raptors--with grimacing passion. If only the FedEx guy delivered with such drama.
Yet as much as Sprewell is a magnetic athlete, he is also the personification of the new NBA hoopster: talented, vehement, hardworking and nonchalant (and, 8 times out of 10, African American). Today's player is a man who sees his profession much as a stockbroker might see his own. He likes the competition, the camaraderie and the money. He's there because it's an exciting job that pays extremely well. He doesn't reek with gratitude for being allowed into the league. The player enjoys being part of a team and part of the community--Sprewell last week donated $100,000 for athletic gear for local kids--but does not suffer a coach's presumptions, familiarities or tyrannical moods.