Having read this, P would have laid awake in bed that night, pondering. He would have blocked out the various collegiate sounds and sirens echoing around his dorm room and thought, “If observation is all it takes to remove something from conditional ambiguity, maybe if I simply do not observe, I can technically prevent things from happening!” P would have shot up from bed and written all this down. Had Twitter been around at the time, P would have tweeted that shit immediately. But alas, it was 2004, so P only had a composition notebook.
If it's the case that Nick Young became obsessed with Schrődinger, then the real reason Swaggy P turned around before watching his jumper fall was not because he’s an arrogant clown, but because he was inspired to believe that if he never observed his ball missing, he would never actually miss. P might legitimately believe that much like the opening of the box kills Schroedinger’s cat, the observance of his jump shot is what makes it miss. As long as he doesn’t look at the end result, the shot will go on forever being both a make and a miss, but neither definitively. This is important to P.
It's important because deep down, P is about one thing and one thing only, and that one thing is buckets. Just straight buckets. And as long as he never misses, he is never not getting buckets. Thanks to Schrodinger’s Cat, P might have created a form of reality in which he is constantly living his dreams of bucketry. It would be following the discovery of this bucket utopia that Nick Young made his final metamorphosis into Swaggy P. He would have seen the light. He would have grown from bucket enthusiast into Bucket Incarnate. Living in a self-created reality like he’s the main character from Legion.
If you still aren’t buying the idea that P might be the world’s greatest living philosopher, you might point out that P has taken thousands of shots in addition to the one shown above, and he has not turned away from any of those. If you are one of those people that would argue this, go kick rocks, eat a Snickers, and stop raining on the parade. This is just a possibility we're talking about here.
Whatever the case though, P should instantly become every single academic’s favorite player. Even if P is just a preposterously cocky man-child with eccentric social media habits, just the tiiiiiiny chance that the opposite might be true should cause philosophy professors to flock to his games like lemmings to the sea. P might be a thought experiment come to life. He really might be. A man who believes he has the power, through logic, to never miss a shot. It is utterly fascinating. So next time P heaves an ugly three early in the shot clock and doesn’t watch it, ignore whether the shot goes in or not and just think about the possibility that in P’s mind, he already knows the answer. Buckets.