Lowe: Kemba Walker never saw this superstar turn coming

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As Kemba Walker hoisted 3-pointers before his pre-draft workout with the Charlotte Bobcats, he turned to Stephen Silas, then a Bobcats assistant, with a lament: “Man, this line is far,” Walker said of the NBA arc, according to both men.

Walker did not shine in shooting drills that day. “That jumper,” Silas says, “was crooked.”

The Bobcats (now called the Hornets) took him anyway, banking on his history of winning and a personality that drew others to him. “He had that ‘It’ factor,” says Rich Cho, Charlotte’s GM from 2011 to 2018.

As a rookie on a ghoulish 7-59 team — perhaps the worst in NBA history — Walker shot 37 percent overall, 30 percent from deep, and just 50 percent at the rim. After the season, Silas handed him a list of things to work on. The top three items were the same: shooting, shooting, shooting.

And then … nothing. Over his first four seasons, Walker shot a combined 31.8 percent on 3s. Defenders skittered under every pick, daring Walker and bottling his liquid driving game.

“All of a sudden, he couldn’t go by people anymore,” says Jim Calhoun, who coached Walker to a national title at UConn.

Flash forward three-plus calendar years, and Walker is one of the league’s most dangerous perimeter scorers. Only James Harden has attempted more pull-up 3s. No one has canned more tightly contested 3s, per tracking data. Walker is fifth in scoring, and No. 1 in ESPN’s offensive real plus-minus. He barely needs a foot of airspace to snap into his refined shooting motion, and launch fire.

“He and Dame [Lillard] are the closest things to Stephen Curry,” says James Borrego, Charlotte’s coach. It might be the single most remarkable transformation of a jump shot in the history of the sport. Even Jason Kidd, the archetypal point guard who learned to shoot, never dreamed of taking, and making, the high-wire bombs Walker squeezes off within a space — between two defenders — as tight as a high-school locker.

Walker didn’t see it coming, either. “I never saw myself playing at this level, and shooting the ball like this,” he says during a late November sit-down. “I guess you could say I’m surprised.”

Those who survived that seven-win season are, too. “Never did I think he would be doing what he’s doing now,” Silas says. “Absolutely no way.”

At least two Charlotte season-ticket holders can claim clairvoyance. Mike and Elizabeth Peeler, a semi-retired couple who have owned season tickets for 29 seasons, first met Walker during the 2011-12 season, when he dropped off tickets at their home as part of a team promotion. Walker stayed for 45 minutes. The Peelers felt a connection.

Before a home game that season, Mike Peeler summoned the courage to ask Walker if he might visit again. Walker agreed, and gave Peeler his number.

He has come to the Peelers for dinner at least once per season since, bringing various relatives and staying for hours. The Peelers found out Walker enjoyed the board game “Trouble” as a kid, and bought it so they could play. Walker asked if they might bake him their brownies before every home game; Elizabeth now has an arrangement with team security to smuggle in the brownies, and deliver them to Walker.

During one pregame chat late in Walker’s rookie season, Mike Peeler predicted Walker would be an All-Star one day. “He looked at me like I had two heads,” Peeler says.

Now Walker looks like a lock to make his third consecutive All-Star team. He poured in 103 points over back-to-back games earlier this month. He is an early favorite for an All-NBA selection that would make him eligible for the richest contract in the sport. He might be more than an All-Star. He might be a superstar.

“I don’t think of myself that way,” he says. “It’s strange.”

Struggling amid a 7-59 season will lend that sort of perspective. “There were times I didn’t know if I even belonged in the NBA,” Walker says. “Everyone at this level is so good — bigger, stronger, faster. There were so many guys who could do what I do. I just didn’t know.”

He couldn’t handle the sheer volume of losses. As Charlotte players trudged into the home locker room after one of those 59 losses, they heard someone screaming. “We can’t keep f—ing losing,” the man shouted, according to several players. “We’ve got to be better than this! I’m tired of this losing s—!”

It was Walker. He was weeping. Veterans were stunned. “Some guys were like, ‘Oh well, we lost another game, what are we doing tonight?'” Gerald Henderson recalls. “And Kemba’s in tears. It was like, ‘Damn, this s— really matters to him. This cat cares.'”

“I felt for him,” says former teammate Matt Carroll, now a Hornets broadcaster. “That year was hard enough to make you think, ‘Do I really want to keep doing this?'”

Bonding with teammates became one coping mechanism. Henderson and Walker were fast friends, and shopping buddies. Last week, when the Hornets were in Oklahoma City, Walker texted Henderson — currently rehabbing from an Achilles tear he suffered a few months ago, and hasn’t disclosed until now — to reminisce about the time they stayed so late in an Oklahoma City mall, they found themselves locked inside after closing. (A maintenance worker let them out around midnight.)

Silas distracted Walker from the losing by setting short-term goals: Forget the 12-game losing streak. Hit half your 3s tonight.

Even so, the Bobcats and Walker stagnated in Year 2 together. At the end of that season, Walker called his agent, Jeff Schwartz, and told him he needed help, Schwartz says. Schwartz mentioned that another of his clients, Al Jefferson, was about to hit free agency. Walker and Jefferson eventually met up, and Walker pitched the possibility of making the playoffs in Charlotte.

“I thought it was a joke at first,” says Jefferson, who returned from China a few days ago after a brief stint playing there. “Playoffs? Come on.”

Jefferson joined, and the Bobcats doubled their win total before the Miami Heat swept them in the first round.

And yet: Walker’s shooting numbers got worse. He was up for an extension that fall. Schwartz wanted $12 million per season. Charlotte’s offer topped out at $10 million. As the Oct. 31 deadline approached, Walker pushed Schwartz to accept Charlotte’s offer. If Schwartz wouldn’t, Walker threatened to call the team and do it himself, according to both. (Charlotte ponied up $12 million in the end.)

The deal looked like an overpay when Walker’s shooting dipped again in 2014-15. Charlotte sunk to 33-49 and missed the playoffs.

The numbers didn’t show it yet, but Walker’s game and mental approach were changing. In the summer of 2014, Steve Clifford, then Charlotte’s head coach, hired Steve Hetzel, one of three assistants who would help mold Walker into a star. Hetzel drilled Walker on what they called his “pick-and-roll setup game” — the move before the move. Instead of dribbling straight into screens, Walker would unleash fakes and twitches to bluff defenders into leaning the wrong way before impact.

He might fake away from a pick, and then dart back toward it: