Last summer Chandler, 28, played for the USA basketball team that won gold at the world championships, so he was unable to make his annual pilgrimage to the farm in Hanford, Calif. He did not see his 80-year-old grandfather, Cleo Threadgill, climb into a GMC pickup in the mornings, head down Houston Avenue and turn into the orchard, where he picked walnuts for hours, dropped them into buckets, poured them into bags and finally drove them to a produce stand to weigh and sell. When Chandler heard what his grandfather was up to, he called the farm and asked, "Papa, why are you out picking all those walnuts?" His grandfather told him he was trying to sell $180 worth. "Why do you need $180?" Chandler pressed. Because, his grandfather explained, for $180 he could buy NBA League Pass on DirecTV and watch every Mavericks game this season.

Chandler tells the story over dinner in an Oklahoma City steak house, the night before Dallas plays the Thunder. He is unsure whether to laugh, because he so happily would have cut the check, or cry. "I think about that conversation now when I'm getting ready for a game," Chandler says. "There are people who worked—who picked walnuts by the side of a road—to watch us play. We owe them everything we've got."

The Mavericks won at least 50 games in each of the past 10 seasons, but every spring they left some nuts on the tree. Chandler remembers facing them in the playoffs and hearing the scouting report: "Very talented, but if you attack, they'll back down." Dallas acquired Chandler from Charlotte over the summer, mainly because he is 7'1" and in full flight looks down on the rim like it's an open manhole cover. But the Mavs also needed someone who would hold his ground. Before every game Chandler stomps along the sideline, a fevered grin parting his black beard. Once the game begins, he positions himself under the basket, hollering at the four teammates in front of him, describing in detail the screens set and cuts made behind them. He makes a point to celebrate stops more loudly than scores.

Chandler is an unlikely catalyst for a culture shift, given that two teams traded him in the past two years and two other deals fell apart. Chandler worried as recently as six months ago that he might lose his leaping ability due to myriad left-foot injuries. But now that he has fully healed, Dirk Nowitzki is calling him the team MVP, comparing Chandler's impact on the Mavericks to Kevin Garnett's on the Celtics in 2007. While Garnett sold defense with a scowl, Chandler is doing it with that delirious grin. The Mavericks have the second-best record in the Western Conference, 26--10, despite losing five of their last seven as Nowitzki recovers from a sprained right knee. They are not just outscoring opponents any more, either: They have allowed only two opponents to shoot 50% in a game, the fewest in the league. Meanwhile Chandler is shooting a Chamberlainesque 68.8%, averaging 9.0 points and 9.3 rebounds, and filling a less quantifiable void that has plagued this franchise ever since its inception. "Tyson has brought us something we haven't had in many years," says Mavs general manager Donnie Nelson. "Or ever."

The alltime list of Dallas centers is as long as 7' 6" Shawn Bradley—and as lean. In 2004 the Fort Worth Star-Telegram ranked the top 20, including the likes of Wang Zhizhi, Evan Eschmeyer and Uwe Blab. James Donaldson finished first, Bradley second. "Now it's Donaldson and Chandler," says retired Mavs great Rolando Blackman. Chandler recently walked into the front office and checked out the centers in the old team pictures. It seems he has finally found a place that will celebrate him for who he is and not judge him for who he was once supposed to be. "I've had a long journey to get to this point," Chandler says. "One part of it was the basketball. The other part was the b.s."

In Chandler's first week off the farm, a boy asked to borrow his bicycle. Chandler was new to San Bernardino, Calif., eager to make friends. He handed over the bike. The boy rode one block, then another. Chandler waited for the boy to turn around. He never did.

San Bernardino sits among a cluster of cities east of Los Angeles, and compared with Hanford, it was overwhelming. Chandler lived alone with his mother, Vernie Threadgill, and every morning they walked to the bus stop, he riding one way to school, she the other way to work. By eighth grade Chandler was 6' 10", plotting another route.

He became the ultimate emblem of modern grassroots basketball. Chandler was profiled by 60 Minutes before he was a ninth-grader because shoe companies were already lobbying for his loyalty. He attended a high school—Dominguez High in Compton, Calif.—more than an hour from his home. He never considered college. At Dominguez, Chandler drew sellout crowds so raucous he sometimes required police escorts. "He was like Shaq," says Raptors guard and Compton native DeMar Derozan. Chandler grew bored dunking on smaller boys and drifted out to the perimeter, dribbling between his legs, throwing up all the threes he wanted. No one disciplined him because everybody was afraid to alienate him. When Chandler was a senior at Dominguez in 2001, SPORTS ILLUSTRATED published a 6,655-word report highlighting the opportunists attached to him, including a high school coach who in 2009 would be convicted of molesting a teenage player and an AAU director who lavished players with gifts. "He attracted the biggest slimeballs in California history," says one former college recruiter. Chandler was arguably the most lionized amateur until LeBron James, and because he was in the Los Angeles market, forces of celebrity were added to the mix. "You'd see the girls around Tyson, the Escalade he drove, and you wanted to be like him," says Bucks guard Brandon Jennings, a Dominguez ballboy at the time. "You learn later there's another side."

Chandler might have been the only one who never bought into his own hype. He caught himself on television and swore he was looking at someone else. He accepted the perks—"gifts," he says, "not money"—and opened his circle to anyone who could help him reach the NBA, whether by arranging workouts with influential coaches or wrangling invitations to exclusive camps. But Chandler vowed that once he was drafted and moved his mother out of the three-bedroom house she shared with eight friends in San Bernardino, he would reject the system that turned him out. "I hated it," Chandler says. "I just felt like I had no options. All I wanted was to make it in the NBA so people would sit down and talk to me and find out who I really am." He didn't need to shoot all those threes. He didn't even have to score. He grew up on a farm. He craved the discipline of hard chores.

When former Bulls general manager Jerry Krause interviewed Chandler before the 2001 draft, Krause apologized to him—"You are nothing like I expected," he told him—and traded for his rights after the Clippers picked him second. The Bulls took fellow high schooler Eddy Curry fourth and explained to Chandler that Curry would be their low-post scorer and he would be their defensive enforcer. "Here is a guy who had been told his whole life how unstoppable he was," says former Bulls assistant coach Jim Boylan, now with the Bucks. "He could have easily resisted that role." Chandler embraced his first chance to change perceptions, abandoning his entire offensive game. He blossomed as a rebounder and shot blocker, but coaches constantly lamented how much he had left to learn. Chandler never fell out of shape or alienated the organization like Curry, but by his fifth season he was still coming off the bench, averaging 5.3 points, shooting 50.3% from the free throw line and getting booed at the United Center, a 23-year-old bust.

New Orleans traded for him in 2006, hoping he could rediscover his high school repertoire, or at least the best elements of it. During an exhibition game before his first season with the Hornets, Chandler grabbed an offensive rebound and, without even looking at the basket, passed the ball out. Coach Byron Scott immediately called timeout and told him, "You are entitled to put that back in." Running alongside point guard Chris Paul, Chandler started to score again, a familiar and intoxicating feeling. He watched Tim Duncan and Amar'e Stoudemire and told himself, You're just as athletic as those guys. Maybe you should be taking those shots. In the summer before his third season in New Orleans, Chandler worked every day on his jumper, and in an exhibition game he decided to float around the perimeter like he was 18 again. "I made two jump shots and I was so excited," Chandler says. "Yeah, two jump shots! Four points! And then after the game I was like, What am I doing? Why am I trying to do something that other people do so much better than me? This is not who I am. I think that's when I realized my calling."

On defense Chandler protects the rim. On offense he attacks it. He rarely takes a shot that's not a dunk or a layup. He is a pure center in a league desperate for them, master of his narrow niche in the middle. He ranks 12th alltime in rebounding percentage and is on pace to finish this season with the second-highest field goal percentage ever—to Wilt Chamberlain's 72.7% in 1972--73—assuming he qualifies. (To lead the league, a player has to make 300 shots; Chandler is on pace to make 248.) Even Chandler's free throw percentage has risen above 75%.

In the middle of the 60 Minutes segment, when acclaimed basketball scout Bob Gibbons and interviewer Lesley Stahl are trying to project the long-term future of an eighth-grade Tyson Chandler, Gibbons asks Stahl, "What does this do to a youngster?"

In this case, counterintuitively, more good than harm. When Chandler is in a restaurant, and notices fans eyeing him reluctantly, he calls them over to chat. When he hears about the latest basketball prodigy, cutting through the grass roots, he asks for his phone number. He has an uncanny memory for names. "He is a positive presence in everybody's life he knows," says former Hornets assistant coach Dave Miller. Last summer Chandler started his own AAU program east of Los Angeles and drove 120 miles every other day to practices. But Team Chandler was a little different than some of the other powers. He instituted a mandatory grade point average, solicited no "donations" and offered no perks. "I paid for everything because I wanted it all on the up-and-up," Chandler says. "And you know what's sad? I couldn't recruit any top guys."

Chandler grew as disenchanted as ever and shuttered the program. He will spend more time at home this summer with his wife, Kimberly, and their three children. But he ponders what he will do if his two-year-old son, Tyson Jr., is 6' 10" in eighth grade. "I will never let him go through the wringer I did," Chandler says. "Men treating kids like they're professionals, like they're properties—it drives me nuts... . I'll let him play, but I'll be the one who takes him to practice. I'll buy his shoes. I'll get his plane ticket to Orlando. But, you know, I'm not worried about my son. He'll have financial advantages. I'm worried about the next kid who is in the same position I was. I want him to know there is a way to get through it all without becoming something you're not."

Once part of the AAU stereotype, Chandler is now the antithesis of it. When the United States faced Brazil in the world championships, he sat on the bench for the entire first half, yet was the first one in the locker room suggesting defensive adjustments at halftime. When Chandler arrived in Dallas, he wasn't even guaranteed a starting job because the Mavericks had re-signed Brendan Haywood, but he has blended as well with point guard Jason Kidd as he did with Chris Paul. Before the Mavs played in Oklahoma City, a few Thunder players watched video in the locker room, and one of them blurted, "That's the New Orleans Tyson Chandler!" Nowitzki, still searching for his first championship, wonders if this is the missing piece. "We've got Tyson and we're going for it," he says.

Chandler is a starter, a potential All-Star, a playoff linchpin. He thinks often of Ben Wallace, who for years applied his craft expertly but was only truly appreciated when he got to Detroit. In Dallas, Chandler believes, he finally has his audience. "That's important to me," he says, "because I think a lot of people have a false sense based on assumptions that were made when I was 16 years old. I want them to know who I am."

A farm boy. A teen star. A big man.

here are his career stats:

http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/players/stats?playerId=984

i'd rather have this guy at (turns 29 in october) 29-30-31-32 with amare at the same age than melo. in all honesty.

mavs will probably make a run at him but i think amare/NYC can lure him away from presumably another early postseason exit in dallas.

"Yeah, two jump shots! Four points! And then after the game I was like, What am I doing? Why am I trying to do something that other people do so much better than me? This is not who I am. I think that's when I realized my calling."

once AR comes to this kind of revelation, his career will take off.

toodarkmark wrote:He hates playing in the north. He's a southern type of guy.

prove it.

BigSm00th wrote:

toodarkmark wrote:He hates playing in the north. He's a southern type of guy.

prove it.

the guy picked walnuts

knicks1248 wrote:

BigSm00th wrote:

toodarkmark wrote:He hates playing in the north. He's a southern type of guy.

prove it.

the guy picked walnuts

picked walnuts? what, as a pastime? where are walnuts grown in america?

the most important # being that he's always been a part of a top 10 defense.

if we get him, we'll get to 60 wins and win the atlantic next year.