The MVP race is exhausting. It's like one of those race car games you watch on a JumboTron where the five cartoon cars are constantly rotating the lead car back and forth around the track.
Only this is real life. It seems remarkably silly that each game feels like a referendum on each candidate's campaign. Russell Westbrook had another triple-double? He's the MVP! Stephen Curry just created 17 Vines en route to a 20-point blowout? He's the MVP! James Harden beat another title contender without Dwight Howard? He's the MVP! James Harden dropped 50 without Dwight Howard? LeBron James looks healthy again? He's the MVP.
As of earlier this week, I had Curry as my MVP front-runner. And I felt pretty good about it. But then I discovered Anthony Davis' hidden haymaker in this debate.