While you were out having cocktails/catching a movie/putting the finishing touches on your Grammy Awards-Royal Rumble parlay bets, Toronto Raptors sophomore swingman Terrence Ross scored 51 points in a loss to the Los Angeles Clippers on Saturday night. No, seriously. We have proof:
A scorching night from 3-point range (10 for 17 from deep) propelled Ross to a share of the Raptors' all-time single-game scoring mark, set by Vince Carter in 2000. It made him the 107th player since 1963 to score 50 or more points in a game, and only the fourth in league history who hung half-a-hundred after entering the game with a career scoring average of less than 10 points per game (the second-year pro came in averaging 7.4 per contest). Afterward, Ross seemed surprised by his own output, telling Ian Harrison of The Associated Press, "You don't really realize what you're doing until it's all over."
While the 22-year-old Washington product was disappointed that his historic night (which nearly doubled his previous career-high of 26 points) came in a loss, he was understandably pleased to come away from the evening with a souvenir of his remarkable coming-out party. As it turned out, though, Ross wasn't planning on hanging onto the memento himself:
That right there is young Mr. Ross just after handing the game ball to his mother, Marcine, on Sunday, before the Raptors visited New York to take on the Brooklyn Nets on Monday night. All together, now: Awwwwwwww.
Once you've moved past the adorability of the moment, you might find yourself wondering, "Is Terrence's mom standing on a chair or something?" Nope. As it turns out, Marcine — who has run a day-care service out of her home since Terrence was a grade-schooler — stands 6 feet tall, played ball herself back in the day, and used to school Terrence on the court routinely when he was a lad, as Ross told Eric Koreen of the National Post after the Raptors selected him eighth overall in the 2012 NBA draft:
“Since I was young, I always remember my mom talking about how I always had a basketball in my hands and a Fisher Price hoop. I was always there shooting around. She said I always had a jumpshot, a perfect stroke. I think it happened from my mom. I remember playing with mom one-on-one. And she would beat me until seventh or eighth grade. She would always do it with the jumpshot.”
Only fitting, then, that Mom gets the trophy for a night fueled by a ferocious hot streak from the perimeter.
There's only one thing wrong with this: You've set the bar really high for yourself when Mother's Day rolls around in May, Terrence. Then again, jumping over stuff's something you do pretty well, so maybe you've got it all covered.
Hat-tip to r/NBA.
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