Representative of the City of Air Connect! The No. 2009 No. 1 pick, White Warcraft, Griffin leaps into the car and joins forces with Paul!

On the center floor of Stamps in the 2009 preseason, the cracked bone of the left knee pierced the autumn night in Los Angeles. Griffin stared down at his swollen knee under the bandage, and the new No. 1 pick was nailed to the cross before it was unfolded. High above the stands, the silhouette of Clippers owner Sterling sipping red wine was projected on the empty basket - the stadium that was crushed by the Lakers' Purple Gold Dynasty for 30 years, has just extinguished the last ray of revival.

After 467 days of dormant, the spotlights of the 2010 opening battle burned Griffin's retina. The trembling roar of the basket wakes up the sleeping Voyeur as he finishes the tomahawk buckle over Tim Duncan's head. The meteorite rain of dunks 214 times in the rookie season smashed through the league sky, and the miracle of the dunk contest of Kia Auto made the streets of Los Angeles covered with "Lob City" totems - a vassal city-state that was once a shadow of the Lakers, was now torn open by the claws of the White Warcraft. The gear of destiny bites on Christmas 2011. At a press conference when Chris Paul arrived in Los Angeles, Griffin threw his signature pen to General Manager Olsey: "Now it's time to let the sky belong to us!" The chemical reaction of Paul's scalpel-like pass and Griffin's anti-joint aerial connection gave birth to the most crazy violent aesthetic in NBA history. In the no-fly zone covered by Jordan's huge palm, the trio completed 189 aerial dunks in a single season, and the Clippers' offensive efficiency soared from 18th in the league to 18th. In the playoffs torn the Grizzlies' Iron Formation in 2013, Griffin scored 30 points above Randolph's head. After the game, the ice-filled knee in the locker room was wrapped in bandages. He grinned and asked the reporter: "Did you see the expression of Marc Gasol? That's the despair of the meat grinder hitting the Rockets' thruster!"

Undercurrents breed under the gorgeous movement. During the 2015 Western Conference Semi-Final G6 Houston Red Frenzy, Griffin witnessed Josh Smith shoot through the heart of the Clippers. In the dead silence of bloody smell, his fist hitting the locker shook the "City of Air" on the wall - six years and six games, three times failed to playoffs, the price of flying was the medals of tearing the left leg quadriceps, wear of cartilage on the right knee, and fracture of the fifth metacarpal bone of the right hand. When Paul made a spell on the floor, Griffin transformed into a ball-handling forward in 2017, averaging 4.9 assists per game to connect the team. But fate showed its fangs at this moment: At the press conference for a maximum salary of 171 million yuan, the photos of him hugging his boss Ballmer have not yet been reported, and they were traded to the cold night in Detroit five months later. When he left the scene, he looked back at the dome of Stamps, and Rivers' sigh at the end of the passage drifted with the wind: "We sold the builders, but who still remembers the temperature of the city wall?" Griffin during the piston era transformed into a sad lonely star. In the 2019 playoffs, he dragged his left knee brace and scored 45 points, and the severe pain of the closed needle turned into blue veins rising from the forehead. When Antetokounmpo's huge palm slapped his last layup, the winding water marks on the floor of Auburn Palace were mixed with bitterness of sweat and painkillers. "That needle closed and pulled away my wings." He stroked the 28-centimeter scar on his knees on his retired night, and the screen of his mobile phone was lit up with the 2014 MVP voting list - under the names of Durant and James, the gold-hot characters of "Blake Griffin" were mottled in the shadows.

Now Staples has changed its name to the Crypto Arena, and the championship flag hanging on the new dome buried the dust of the Aerial City. But when Wenban Yama copied the singles on her back, the afterimage of the White Warcraft would pass through the old fans' eyes; when Edwards' tomahawk slashed and ignited social media, the associated entry pushed by the algorithm was still "Griffin Leaping Car". The final chapter of this fourteen-year flight diary reads:

All unfinished flights will eventually fall to the ground, but the sky remembers the trajectory of its wings.