Sports weekend report cards: Caleb Martin makes the American dream come true (10), Jacobs never at the start (5)

Back on earth after the Martian week with Boston in the conference finals, Caleb Martin remains one of those stories of social redemption that only sport, with its blind faith in the almighty god of results, can produce within a tournament. Once upon a time there were three brothers from Mocksville, North Carolina. Caleb, the twin Cody and Raheem. Terrible childhood, absent father, child mother (white) forced to work on her stomach to feed the mouths of the three puppies, a caravan like a home, only one bed to share: taking turns, two on the floor and one able to sleep. The ants in the sugar jars, the cockroaches on the floor in third time and, outside the trailer door, those funny guys from the Ku Klux Klan ready to set fire to three white crosses, one for each creature that little girl had the audacity to give birth to a black man.

Thanks to her, despite a reality of hardship, we spent our days playing basketball, said the giant who dominated game 7 of the conference, dragging Miami to the finals with Denver (1-1 after game 2). As a basket, a tin plate cut from an old bucket. These days Caleb Martin plays the ring knowing that not even the most bitter disappointment on the parquet can ever be as atrocious as those first fourteen years on the knotted switchbacks of existence.