Until this morning, I thought the term pastarītis only described the sickness I felt after eating linguine that had been in the fridge for two weeks. Apparently it is a Latvian term meaning “youngest child in the family,” though when Martins and Janis Porzingis used it on their youngest brother, it meant “aloof.”
These are the words of baby bro, Kristaps Porzingis, in a piece published Thursday by The Players’ Tribune. It is a touching love letter to family and to the game of basketball.
Kristaps touches on his struggles with anemia in Spain, the thrill of meeting Kobe Bryant, the irritations that come with being a super tall person walking the streets of New York (“Whoa, you’re tall! Do you play basketball?”) and what drives him to improve his game (“I am only 80 overall in NBA 2K, so I need to improve.”).
Kristaps recalled the infamous called-off three-pointer at the end of New York’s loss to the Hornet as one of his favorite memories of the season:
“We didn’t win the game — although, in that moment, it felt like we did — it was important for me to prove that I could shoot those kinds of shots. My teammates know I’m not afraid of those moments. That’s one important thing that I showed.”
Fuckin’ A you did, Kristaps!
I highly suggest reading the article, as it contains quite a few charming Kristapsisms. He really is the best kid ever.