I THINK WE ALL FORGOT about Lauri Markkanen. Not the man. No, of course not. His number hangs in my closet, a piercing white 23 set over the cascading purple of a prismatic mountain range. Towering at 7 feet tall, Lauri’s got the muscle to win an arm wrestle with a silverback gorilla. The feathery touch from long distance to carefully tickle the nylon webbing from 25 feet away. The speed to ride a jetstream to the rim with the grace to elevate and drop the ball through the cylinder like a star-eyed fanatic spending his last wish in the indoor fountain at the mall. Fret not, Nikola, your horses shall grow strong and fierce.
Not his accomplishments either. Jazz fans have long understood that he — along with Walker Kessler, or so we’re told — remains Utah’s most valuable asset with a heart that beats and yet feels. That’s a remarkable accomplishment for a former all-star who just booked an extended stay at the Jazz Motel, where the commodities are few, but at least they have a decent breakfast buffet on the ground floor. The main downside is management’s tendency to put issues off into the future. I have bed bugs. Stay on the bench for a while. The internet is down. We’ll have a guy for that. Can you wait until next season? I bet you we’ll have the perfect guy for that next June. The kids staying next door have been making TikToks until 3 A.M. That’s just Cody. You’ll love him; we have very high hopes for him.
No, we’ve lost grip on our perception of Markkanen’s identity. His capabilities. The singular imprint his powers can inflict on a basketball court. We need to revive The Finnisher. It’s well past time. He knows it. You know it. Edgar at the deli downtown has been drilling it into your thick skull upon each of your regular Italian sub orders, so I guess he knows it, too.
And in the midst of Markkanen’s present European demolition tour, I think he’s hoisting the flag. Lighting the beacon. Igniting the sky with an inescapable announcement: Lauri Markkanen is alive.
SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH - NOVEMBER 30: Lauri Markkanen #23 of the Utah Jazz attmpts a dunk over Dereck Lively II #2 of the Dallas Mavericks during the first half of a game at Delta Center on November 30, 2024 in Salt Lake City, Utah. NOTE TO USER: User expressly acknowledges and agrees that, by downloading and or using this photograph, User is consenting to the terms and conditions of the Getty Images License Agreement. (Photo by Alex Goodlett/Getty Images)
SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH - NOVEMBER 30: Lauri Markkanen #23 of the Utah Jazz attmpts a dunk over Dereck Lively II #2 of the Dallas Mavericks during the first half of a game at Delta Center on November 30, 2024 in Salt Lake City, Utah. NOTE TO USER: User expressly acknowledges and agrees that, by downloading and or using this photograph, User is consenting to the terms and conditions of the Getty Images License Agreement. (Photo by Alex Goodlett/Getty Images)
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Lauri Markkanen cannot be denied
Lauri dropped into the NBA waters in 2017. Crossing the Atlantic for his one-year lease with the Arizona Wildcats, his upside as a floor-stretching forward was deemed worthy of a top 10 selection, and his first team all-rookie designation mashed the wax seal over the envelope. But he tumbled year-over-year in Chicago. Through brambles, thorns, and the bean, until he met a wide clearing in Cleveland, Ohio, where his new job description was to simply stand on the perimeter and shoot that 3-ball. His momentum was severely underrated, however, as his feet overtook his head. Turning, hurtling due West, Markkanen’s descent was slowed by the feet of the Rocky Mountains.
And when you get to the mountain, you have only one remaining option: ascend. Gripping the crumbling cliff face, hugging every slight foothold, clawing at every last grain of grip, the average climber would carefully and silently strain over every step of the expedition to the summit.
…you have only one remaining option: ascend
But here’s the thing. After a spine-rattling bang and a cloud of dust, Utah’s newest Finn stood triumphant in the wreckage, leaving a Markkanen-shaped hole passing clean through the solid stone of the Wasatch Range. Did he ever show signs of such indomitable capability as the pure force of nature we witnessed? If you tuned into Markkanen’s Eurobasket spree, your jaw could’ve been spared from its free fall.
Entering the playoff portion of the European tournament, this FIBA freak lit the fuse and took to the skies. 33 points per game is nice enough on its own, but the method in which he collected his buckets was unlike anything before witnessed in a Markkanen performance. He knocked through over 40% of his looks. An extreme temperature warning was put into effect within the crowded arena as the basketball burst into flame upon every touch from Lauri. He took ten shots per game (knocking in eight) within the three-point arc, many of which were stamped on a one-way letter to the rim. Backboards everywhere called their families to say goodbye, knowing full well that one Finn-flavored rim-punch could shatter their world.
Emerging from an awe-struck theatre, the following morning produced critical acclaim from every critic within eyesight. The Curtain Ball raved: “Markannen’s revived role as reborn Larry Bird left me inconsolable. He has smashed my heart into a million fragments, and I wish I could live it all anew.” The Bogdan School of the Arts gushed: “May I live another thousand lifetimes and hope to witness but one performance like that of Lauri’s.” The Daily Trey exclaimed: “His chiseled physique has forced me to purchase eight separate gym memberships, all in the dream that I could elevate my craft as he.”
International hoops, baby. Hardly just a catch-and-shoot guy, wouldn’t you agree?
When he stepped off the plane to his new home in Salt Lake City, though, I don’t think even the Jazz understood the force they were about to unleash upon the basketball multiverse.
In his first season with Utah, he peaked at a career high of 25.6 points a night on bonkers efficiency. How bonkers? Bonkers, bonkers. Bonkers enough to see his long-range three-balls fall through the net at a 39.1% clip. Bonkers enough that he upped his two-point attempts to nearly ten per night, and converted 58.5% of those. Good luck avoiding his bombardment, too, because he’s hitting 87.5% of his freebies. He ran away with the Most Improved Player award (ahead of Brunson and SGA), was named an All-Star starter, and had the official NBA YouTube page upload a seven-and-a-half-minute reel of Markkanen printing posters for your son’s bedroom.
Yes, Lauri joined the Utah Jazz absolutely combat-ready. He was all-encompassing. Unstoppable. Revelatory. Markkanen was so good, in fact, that a growing narrative developed that as long as he remained on the roster, the Utah Jazz rebuild was doomed — they couldn’t lose enough.
One more round for old time’s sake
We’re at the doorstep of Markkanen’s fourth season in Utah. He’s become a fan-favorite. A folk hero. A real-life Utahn icon. But his performance — at least on the box score — has taken a step backward.
Efficiency drops. Accolades disappear. Public opinion of The Finnisher is that of a flash in the pan. A fluke. A one-time deal. As the Jazz settle into their rebuilding phase, the franchise has turned flat across the board. Dipping below 20 points on average, his percentages plummeted in turn.
But I don’t believe that this once mighty beacon of basketball destiny has crumbled into obscurity. Nor does Sarah Todd of the Deseret News, who posits Lauri’s setback season in 2024-25 was a feature, not a bug.
“I think it’s important to take last year Lauri with a grain of salt,” the journalist posed via her Bluesky account. “He literally wasn’t trying. He understood the assignment more than anyone.”
His shot selection backs up the narrative that he played the good soldier in ‘25. Part of his career renaissance was his ability and affinity for punching a hand-delivered slam through the hole, rather than launching exclusively from distance. Last season, he shot more threes per game than ever before. The scales were tipped. His two-pointers dropped fewer than ever in Utah, and the lowest since his catch-and-shoot specialist days in Cleveland and Chicago.
Now, in preparation for Eurobasket, he’s returned to a deified form.
Have you ever played too many pickup games in a row and begun to witness the quality of basketball dissolve? Where once existed gritty defense, clever off-ball movement, and dynamic finishes at the rim, it slowly declines into a back-and-forth three-point contest as both teams begin to lose their legs. Fatigue is a basketball killer, and it becomes very clear to onlookers when neither side is really giving the game their full effort. It’s shot-chucking, plain and simple. If Lauri were to dog it a bit in favor of Utah’s rebuilding direction, you’d see a statline very similar to that of last season’s.
But there has been a shift in the atmosphere over the offseason. Utah has tweaked its internal bureaucracy. They drafted a potential franchise centerpiece. And all of a sudden, it’s Eurobasket season once again, and Lauri is donning his nation’s flag.
Now, in preparation for Eurobasket, he’s returned to a deified form. A titan of triples. A mammoth of shot creation and embodied energy in the form of a basketball player. He’s been completely unstoppable in the international circuit, almost as if to declare to the world that The Finnisher is not dead.
This performance has been followed by another mouthful of a statline. 31 more points in a clobbering of Belgium. He’s attacking his neighboring countries with deadly force. Alert the National Guard.
Utah Jazz basketball may be fun again for the first time in a long time. If Lauri’s trajectory is to be believed, this upcoming season may afflict viewers with deja vu. Lauri Markkanen is in peak form. This is your final warning.
Calvin Barrett is a writer, editor, and prolific Mario Kart racer located in Tokyo, Japan. He has covered theUtah Jazz andBYU athletics since 2024.