The roughest Victor Wembanyama will ever be

There is nothing sadder than Victor Wembanyama checking out of an NBA game.

I’m sure things outside of sports are sadder — a hot air balloon full of puppies, searching for their fathers, or that song Paul Simon wrote about missing Art Garfunkel while Art was away filming Catch-22 — but nothing in the NBA marks as mournful as Victor being handed his towel.

The Spurs are talented beyond Victor but the approach is borderline offensive. A lot of why would you do that?? and especially there???? along the way toward the NBA’s third-worst record for the second-straight season.

Wembanyama looks, like, half-done. The middle still full of batter, spun egg, uncooked meat, whatever food analogy remains your favorite. I personally pan with pizza: Wembanyama’s milk-white crust needs a little more time in the oven.

But you’d eat that cheese. Pick a little off the top.

Victor Wembanyama is already the NBA’s most startling player. Height is the most availing and accessible part of the attraction, the “for his size” caveat will linger distastefully for the length of his career, but, that’s the trade-off, basketball is for talls, 7-4 is the reason he’s here.

If he were only 6-11, I’d only predict Victor finishing second all-time in career NBA points.

At 7-4, however.