The initial reactions evolved from whispers, stunned silences, the Oh! My! God! That was awful looking, more whispers, and then carefully worded concern. Seeing a man's leg, upon landing, go from a straight line to a ninety degree angle of skin and bone is, as it should be, a shock to the system. And whatever we said, tweeted, or even yelled as we watched Paul George handle such catastrophe with relative calmness--perhaps as a result of the certainty that this was indeed terrible--surely sounded like an echo of whatever that tragic Greek figure Daedalus said, tweeted, or even yelled as his son Icarus plunged into the sea. Except Paul George wasn't exactly flying too close to the sun.
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| Paul George intimidating the hell out of Icarus. |