Watching Trey Lyles play NBA basketball is like raising a teenager: It’s fun and it’s frustrating, rewarding and ridiculous, encouraging and energy-sapping, all the while causing one to wonder what it is he will be when his body and brain — and his game — are fully formed.
They still are not.
At the start of his second year with the Jazz, the undulations en route are just part of the natural ride, a ride of growth that includes big offensive production one night and production that vaporizes th...
<iframe src="http://www.sltrib.com/csp/mediapool/sites/sltrib/pages/garss.csp" height="1" width="1" > </frame>
↧