Aaron Gordon All 71 Dunks Full Highlights (2015-16 Season Dunkilation)
It was somewhat worrying,
Aaron Gordon thought to himself, that he had somehow ended up thousands of miles away from
Orlando without having any recollection as to how he had gotten there. However, this small amount of worry was utterly dwarfed by the simmering hatred that consumed his thoughts.
He assessed the current situation. It was two in the morning, he was sitting in what he assumed to be a rental car parked on an unknown street, and on the dashboard of the car was a four-digit house number scrawled in blood.
Aaron quickly determined that the blood was from a cut on his leg, thus eliminating the possibility that he had already done something more drastic than intended.
No, murder was not on
Aaron's mind this night. But revenge certainly was.
Peering out the windshield, Aaron could just make out the number of the house across the street; it matched what was on his dashboard.
Within the walls of that stately home lived the person who was the singular cause of all the problems which currently plagued Aaron, the singular perpetrator of all the injustices.
There could be more waiting. He stepped out of the car, debating the merits of simply attempting to break in through the front door; he did not doubt that he could break the lock, but such an entrance might result in police intervention, something he very much wanted to avoid. Discarding that idea, he instead walked through the backyard, looking for any way to get into the house.
His discovery of an open basement window, just barely big enough for him to squeeze through, only furthered Aaron's notion that this entire mission had been preordained by God. He plopped down into the house's unfinished basement with a thud. Now in enemy territory, Aaron couldn't contain his urgency; he quickly turned on his phone's flashlight and located the stairs to the first floor.
Emerging in the main hallway, it was easy from there to locate the living room, the place that was most likely to contain the object that Aaron sought. He swung his flashlight around the large space, catching glimpses of expensive furniture before the light hit the mantle above the fireplace. His breath caught. There it was.
The 2016
Dunk Contest Trophy, unfairly denied him, but now just seconds away from being reunited with its rightful owner.
Just as Aaron reached out, there was an outburst of barking from a nearby room.
Nevertheless taking the trophy in his hand, he sprinted through the unfamiliar house to where he thought the front door was, only to find himself cornered in the kitchen by a big, snarling dog.
Soon after, the kitchen light was switched on, and Aaron was face-to-face with the boxers-wearing homeowner.
"Were you trying to steal my dunk contest trophy?" asked
Zach LaVine, his voice rendered calm only by his lingering tiredness.
"That's a dumb question," Aaron responded boldly. "Of course I'm trying to steal it! Only it's not yours, it's mine.
Everybody knows I should have won the contest."
Zach's dog was still growling as Zach said, "If you put down the trophy and leave right now, maybe I won't call the cops."
"
Cops!" Aaron scoffed. "Only a pussy like you would try to hide behind the cops! Why don't we settle this like real men?" He put up one fist and brandished the trophy with the other while walking several steps closer to his foe.
Zach seemed unwilling to fight. "
Calm down dude, it's just the dunk contest, it doesn't even-" Zach's words were interrupted quickly by the basketball portion of the trophy connecting with his head. He crumpled to the ground, clutching a forehead wound which had immediately begun bleeding, while Aaron watched in horror as the gold-plated basketball separated from the heavy wooden base and fell to the tiled floor, landing with a dull cracking noise.
The dog finally took action, biting Aaron on the leg through his jeans and refusing to let go, but Aaron hardly noticed. He gazed in disbelief at the stem and base in his hand, then at the basketball lying in two halves on the floor, then at the base again.
Zach sat up, holding a hand over the bleeding cut, and surveyed the damage. "
Happy now, asshole?"
Aaron's hatred had reverted to an unsettling calmness, as if the destruction of the trophy had also destroyed his resentment at the outcome of the contest. "I'm sorry," he said sadly. "In my jealousy, I attempted to take what I thought should be mine, but now, neither of us can have it, symbolizing the effect that greed has upon all of us." Aaron hoped this profound statement would elicit some sympathy from Zach.
Zach shook his head in disappointment as he grabbed the phone off the wall to dial
911. Aaron slumped against the kitchen counter, feeling nothing but regret. He had no trophy, a dog was mauling his leg, and he was about to get arrested, when all he had wanted was to be recognized fairly for his superior dunking performance.
Lying there in the house of the man who should have been his friend, he began to weep.