"F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote a novel."
"J. M. W. Turner painted a picture of a boat."
"Bob Dylan wrote music."
"Michael Jordan played basketball."
"Facebook has users."
or: "Eamonn saw this dunk."
It's technically true. It is also 99.999 percent inaccurate.
Sure, I saw Franklin take on three defenders in transition, ball-fake one out of his shoes, throw the ball to himself from the 3-point line and then take a Olympic-style running long jump en route to finishing the finest two points we've seen in years. I saw all of that happen, numerous times. But it would be more accurate to say I saw Franklin dance across the sky of my perceptions while an angel choir hummed the prelude to Bach's "Cello Suite No. 1." That dunk was the first issue of "Watchmen." It was Cid's face in the cornfield in "Looper." It was the Beatles in Hamburg.
I didn't see that dunk. That dunk saw me.
Probably the craziest -- or maybe the most fantastic -- thing about Franklin's play was the fact that he did it in a close game, a game that only got closer as it crept toward its finish. San Diego State needed all 40 minutes to get out of Fresno State with a win, which it did, 65-62. But it's not like this went down in a blowout. Nor, as far as I can tell, was this some sort of elaborate pickup game. It was a real game, and it was really close, and Franklin decided to do that anyway. Oh, and one more crazy thing: Franklin's line was 20 points, 18 rebounds, 5 assists and 3 blocks.
Anyway, that dunk was "Richard Pryor: Live in Concert (1979)." That dunk was "Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)." That dunk was, dare I say it, genius. I'm going to go watch it again.