Believe it folks, the kid is just that good : Columnists : Commercial Appeal
Chris Douglas-Roberts missed a jumper from the wing, and it was just a miss, until Derrick Rose started cutting toward the basket, and left the floor, and kept rising and rising, and reached his arm high and grabbed the ball, and threw it down, and somewhere in there that one little miss became both a moment and a memory.

Oh.

My.

God.

That’s what the guy said, a professional journalist, sitting right next to me.

The dunk was thunderous and sensational, a spontaneous burst of brilliance almost exactly a year in the making, since the day last November Rose said he was coming to Memphis.

Monday, he arrived, soaring through the air, better than even the most fervant Memphis fans allowed themselves to imagine.