I'll Have You Doing Windmill Dunks Every Day!

"Flying kick! During a scramble for the ball, Karl Malone leaped high into the air and kicked Spurs first overall pick Tim Duncan in the head! The scene was once horrifyingly bloody!"

"Malone again! After taking out the Smile Assassin, Malone launched a lethal attack on the Spurs' future—Tim Duncan, a supremely gifted power forward who had already ranked among the league's top three at his position in just his second season!"

"Last time, it was an elbow! This time, it was a straight-up flying kick!"

Malone had completely lost his head!

In the Western Conference semifinals against the Spurs, he had been thoroughly suppressed by Duncan, the Stone Buddha!

That was right!

Absolute one-on-one domination!

Without David Robinson's help, Duncan alone had locked Malone down!

Early in his career, Malone had played small forward!

His face-up offensive skills were exceptionally refined.

Whether it was driving with the ball or shooting out of the triple threat, he was far more skilled than 90 percent of the league's power forwards.

His physique also overwhelmed 90 percent of the league's power forwards!

Unstoppable strength!

Nimble speed!

Against nearly every matchup, he gave people the feeling of a mismatch!

The league's greatest legendary superstars were all like this—they were mismatches against anyone! Like James, like Magic Johnson, like Jordan, like Durant!

Malone was the same!

He was the undisputed greatest power forward in history!

Yet against Duncan... the greatest power forward in history seemed to become a clumsy, mediocre player.

Duncan utterly crushed him in height and wingspan.

Duncan could keep up with him perfectly in speed.

Malone was only slightly stronger than Duncan, nowhere near enough to overpower him.

An uninjured Duncan also had bug-level leaping ability.

The Mailman had relied on his ground-bound game for years. Facing someone like this, he