Tracy Mcgrady's Body Through the years

He got noticeably larger after the 04-05 campaign. Thats probably why he is having all these back problems, the new weight on his limbs is causing stress.
I dont know whether it is excess muscle or fat that he added, but it needs to go. He needs to be close to 215 playing weight.

 

I've never been able to tell. To me he looks the same in all the pictures. Same thing in real life. If you took two random guys and asked me which one is working out regularly and which one isn't, unless there is at least 40 lbs difference, I would never be able to tell. One of the first remarks I get from a lot of people is 'You're working out, aren't you?'. I have no idea how they see that as in my opinion I look about the same as every other guy, working out or not.

And Tracy can be in any shape he wants, he is not the same player. The way he played at the start of the season, those would have been so so games years ago. Sad.

 

well these picture don't really help to compare much, but i think one thing he need to work on is his back muscle, so it enable to support his body much more, especially when hes driving to the hoop, people don't think that area of the muscle is that important, so they don't work it out as often. but it is. i watched one of his workout video after that year they lost to the mavericks and i saw him benching and all that other stuff (which can make your back really bad), but i don't know whether he did work out his back or not but im guessing he didn't cause of all the injures the very next year

 

What people need to realize is his game is 100% related to THE VEIN. You know, the one that runs from the front of his right shoulder right down the the tip of his middle finger. I remember it was even mentioned in an article about him during the playoffs one year when he was in Orlando.

The more visible the vein the better Tmac is as a basketball player and a human being. As the vein disappears so does every thing good about his game and the man himself. The vein is the source of his power much as the yellow sun gives Superman his powers and Sampson's long hair gave him his strength.

Bring back the vein, Tmac.

 

Agreed. I notice the same thing in Lamar Odom as well.

 

HUH? I've never claimed to be the smartest guy out there, but I am pretty good with sarcasm. I'm lost, what the heck are you talking about? His problem has nothing to do with THE VEIN, or his body type, it has to do with his sack or lack there of. I do think the added muscle was to help with the beating he feels he takes.

 

He needs to get back in shape. Compared to the 04-05 season to the present, he looks fat. Lose some weight, lose some muscle.

 

Haha holy crap he used to be a MONSTER in 2003 but his greatest years were 2003-06

I'm also tired of the idiots saying hes done...whats wrong with you? Hes 28-29 i believe he has a good 3 more years of being a DOMINANT player, he just needs a decent backup and needs to get inshape

 

The only thing keeping TMac from being dominant is TMac. Him having a decent backup has nothing to do with his performance. He needs to man up every night and not just "impose his will" sometimes.

 

he needs to wear that leg sleeve. he was considered arguably the best perimeter player when he wore that leg sleeve. when he took it off it 05-06, injuries happened.

 

Ha ha... Yes T-Muad'dib, the Kwisatz Shaderac. That article was written by the late Ralph Wiley. I always found it amusing.


From ESPN.com


the With much due respect and a bow to a master storyteller, Frank Herbert, yours truly often refers to Tracy McGrady not as T-Mac but-T-Muad'Dib, or the Kwisatz Shaderac.

I do this because what the hell else am I supposed to call this freak of nature? How does one refer to the Chosen, such an obvious act of God? One must go fiction, because he is beyond belief otherwise -- so far beyond it until you must believe. His Game leaves you no option.

"Me? No. You can't compare me to him," said Sean Elliott. He said this after the Orlando Magic took a 3-1 lead over Detroit last Sunday, led by McGrady's easy, my-shot-is-way-off-tonight-and-it-don't-matter-because-it's-my-world-anyway 29-point, nine-assist, five-steal, four-rebound game. T-Mac is averaging 39 plus per game for the series with the Pistorinis, going into tonight's Game 4, making it look too easy, then strikingly original, by turns.

"He's doing things we've never seen before," said Planet Detroit coach Rick Carlisle after Set 2, before going on to say things meant to inspire his own troops, but it was the first part, the part that wasn't propaganda, that revealed.

Most NBA alumni in the commenting business are quick to say how things were more competitive in the olden days, how good they were, compared to today's self-absorbed, hip-hopping slugabouts. Not so with McGrady. When his name comes up, NBA alumni only grunt, and go quiet.

"He's more like maybe a young Scottie Pippen -- but Scottie Pippen with a whole universe more offense. He's like ... Hmnm ... really, nothing I've seen," said Elliott.

How is that? First, contrast T-Mac with the best out there today, then with the choicest product of the brewer's art.

Shaq? Shaq abandoned Dune long ago, went La-La, to lead House Harkkonen, also known as the Lakers, to three straight NBA titles. Did T-Mac try to emulate his game? No. You can't emulate an earthquake. So the boy T-Mac studied Penny Hardaway's game ... though, luckily, not all of it.

Kevin Garnett? It is true, Big Ticket is the regular season 2003 MVP, here in my book, and now has the full attention of House Harkonnen. But KG and Shaq have more to work with than McGrady has with the Orlando Fremen ... I mean, Magic. And yet, these same Magic are a No. 8 seed poised to depose the No. 1-seeded Detroit Pistons, and to reclaim Dune. They are so poised because of McGrady. Big Sleep is the closest thing on earth, or in NBA basketball, or in the state of Florida, at least, to a basketball supreme being.

T-Mac leads the Magic by deed, inspiration and fear, shows them a new Weirding Way to fight, based on these facts:

He can stop any perimeter player on the other team. If he can and has blocked Kobe's j, he can stop anybody. The only question would be, can he stop Alley I. for a precious few critical possessions. More sooner than later, we'll see. I've seen Doc Rivers (the David Lynch of this production) operate, and he'll do something shrewd yet crazy like that if A.I. is going off and there's nothing else to be done.

I'd pay to see that.

In Game 2, Chauncey Billups, playing point, had 16 points in the first quarter, on five-of-eight shooting. He flicked away Jacque Vaughn like a fly. Once, I swear, Jacque landed 10 feet away, then went sliding across the floor further another 10. There was no foul called because there was no foul. Billups just flicked him away. So Doc Rivers then put Muad'Dib on Billups, and that was the end of that. McGrady housed Billups like an octopus houses a crab, unhinged him, snaked away his dribble twice, shut down all his looks at perimeter jumpers and shadowed his drives and basically took away everything from him but the dish. Billups went 1-for-12 the rest of the way, finished with 25.

Uunderstand, Chauncey Billups, for all of his considerable aristocratic talent, arrogance and high maintenence, can get his shot on any guard in the league. Understand that.

Then understand this: The opposition must double or triple T-Mac when he's on offense. When I die, I want to come back as a stand-still jump shooter who plays with Tracy McGrady. Because I will be left open for many jumpers.

Tracy McGrady
How long is T-Mac? Why don't you ask Chauncey.
If the opponent doesn't double, T-Mac stands out high, ball on hip, but held slightly behind his body, not like a rook showing ball so it can be picked ... he only seems to be nonchalant ... he regards the set-up with those wide-spaced, otherwordly, sleepy, soulful eyes, and you feel like he's already on either side of you. Both sides at once. And then he does whatever he wants to do. Basically. From deep, or on the drive, or on the pull-up, on the up-and-under, off the backboard to his ownself ... tell me, how do you want it?

Where is this basketball wonder, this T-Muad'Dib from?

From Dune itself!

He's from tiny Auburndale, Florida, right off I-4, halfway between Orlando and Tampa. Now, one can see a Warren Sapp coming from such a place. All of Florida is rigged for football, somehow. But such otherwordly basketball talent?

How can this be? Isn't hoop the hard-rock City game?

A Readers' Guide to "Dune"
For those who haven't read the book ...

The KWISATZ SHADERAC -- is a mythical savior, a Jesus-like figure prophesied to come and save the lowly FREMEN, the native people of DUNE, who for centuries have lived under the heel of a line of off-world freebooters; the Fremen are yoked to mine the only precious item on ARRAKIS, a place with virtually no water, which is why the desolate, mostly desert planet is also called DUNE. This "ore" is called the SPICE. The Spice is key to intergalactic travel, as it it used by the Guild navigators, big whale-looking brains that allow people to "fold space" and travel across millions of miles by teleportation. But the mining of this Spice is terrible, dangerous labor, there are constant threats from giant worms -- the irony is the waste matter of the worms is the raw material of the Spice.

The Kwisatch Shaderac will come one day to figure this out, saddle and ride the worm, use them the way Hannibal used elephants, lead a rebellion of Fremen and throw off the yoke of the rulers of current Arrakis, the Harkonnens. They are a bad sort, led by General Vladimir Harkonnen, a ruler, lech and ne'er-do-well. His Lefttenant is an assasin called Feyd Rautha.

A boy comes to Arrakis from his home world, a world like earth, a watery world led by a family called the ATREIDES. DUKE LETO ATREIDES is Paul's father, and the LADY JESSICA, a concubine, is Paul's mother. Lady Jessica is also secretly a member of the Bene Jessurit sisterhood ... well, anyway, Paul Atreides' father is betrayed and killed, and the Harkonnen wrest Dune from the House Atreides, but Paul Atreides escapes death with his mother, lives underground with the Fremen. There he is called Paul Muad'Dib; slowly he builds and leads a revolt by the Fremen, by using the amplified power of their own voices against the evil Harkonnen. He drinks the WATER OF LIFE, and does not die, which on a Bene Jessurit sister can do; it was written that the Kwisatz Shaderac would be able to do this.

Following Muad'Dib, the Fremen defeat the Harkonnen, and Paul is revealed to be the Kwisatz Shaderac. Other peoples come to Dune to pay homage, using the GUILD NAVIGATORS, who use the Spice as a sort of a drug that helps them FOLD SPACE, thereby making intergalactic travel not only doable, but quick and easy ...
--R.W.

This co-existence can lead to much misunderstanding.

Before we get to that, examine T-Muad'Dib's specs.

First, there's his length. Ask anybody about T-Mac, and they always talk length. I don't remember anybody talking about length until T-Mac. Length was there, but they didn't call it length. Length is height, and even more height than what appears to the naked eye. Length is deceiving. T-Mac has grabbed Kobe's jumper in mid-air a time or two. Nobody does that. Certainly nobody does it without retribution.

"He's so long!" Kobe protested, when asked about T-Mac blocking his shot. He sounded like Sting (as Feyd Rautha).

T-Muad'Dib is 6-feet-8 or 6-9, depending on how he chooses to carry himself; his sleeve drop is nearly 50 inches, shoulder to top of knee. His fingers are ultra-long. Add it up, you're talking seven-footer, with quicks, with the lateral body control of a man 6-3, with bounce, huge hops, with no flex span, with pure boi-yoy-yoingggg ...

So you are not talking about blocking his shot, or getting your shot off against him. You are not trying to talk about that. You are just trying to survive out there with him.

"If all these guys were out on a playground somehwere, believe me, it wouldn't take long for them to figure out who was supposed to get the ball, and no matter how good they thought there were before he showed up -- they'd know to get him the ball," said Orlando Coach Doc Rivers. "And that can be a problem when the defense pays more attention to him, and you stand around waiting. No matter what you say, as a coach, that's the tendency, and they're the ones out there. Your instinct is that him shooting is a better option than you shooting. And you're right too, but sometimes you still have to shoot, if that's what the D dictates. That's the beauty of the game."

This may be why McGrady stood up in a team meeting after the Magic lost the second game of the series to the Pistons, despite his 43 points. "Don't wait for me," he warned his minions. "I can get mine anytime I want. You know that. But I need for you to get yours when you can. I don't need you to get mine. I need to you to get yours." Use the power of your own voices. McGrady told his teammates to look for their shots as they would if they did not play with the Kwisatz Shaderac -- just to play their own Weirding Way game, use the power of their own games, knowing their games would be expanded because the defense would be playing them while leaning toward him.

McGrady can take the weight. His body has great tensile strength, like Allen Iverson's, only much, much longer. It's like T-Mac played football or something. (Which he did. He played baseball, too. Orlando's director of marketing, Chris D'Orso, loves working with him, as you might expect of a man who can help you sell out the remaining 2,000 seats in a 17,300 seat building in a couple of hours. But D'Orso has to be careful; if he has a Lousville Slugger giveaway night in T-Mac's name, T-Mac wants some of the bats! If there was a NBA decathlon, T-Muad'Dib would probably win it.)

On a McGrady drive during the decisive 18-0 third quarter Magic/Fremen run out on the Pistoleros, Ben Wallace and one of those hard-rock Rebracas went up in front of him and made scissoring motions with their anaconda arms and ridged hands, like Maximus in a gladiator scraimmage, when he cut off that poor guy's head with two swords and then asked was the crowd not entertained. That's a foul, of course; only I thought McGrady might come out of the encounter decapitated, if at all. A normal man would've.

Tracy McGrady
Stop his deadly jumper? Ha! T-Mac just dunked on you.

McGrady came out smiling ferally, looking at Ben and Zeljko with those Eyes. The Sleeper had awakened.

This greater intensity was just what Page 2's basketball maven Charley Rosen had called for earlier in the season, when he quoted Horace Grant calling into question Tracy's heart, will, intensity, commitment to defend each enemy possession, defense. Perhaps in his mind, Grant was comparing McGrady to the ultimate competitive standard, Jordan ... but perhaps his appraisal had a bit more cat hiss in it. Perhaps it was observation mixed with nostalgia and insanity. Sometimes once-feared players become insane when they near retirement. I give you Charles Oakley, or Michael Jordan, for that matter. Ho Grant might have been right if he was comparing T-Mac to Jordan, who had the intensity of a blowtorch. But I've seen T-Mac give it all he had and more in playoff series losses to the Bucks and the Hornets, to the point of total exhaustion, and then say in his weariness, "I have to get better. I must get better." Seen him outplay Kobe and beat the Lakers. So ... this charge by Grant to Charley led to an airplane confrontation among the Magic, where T-Muad'Dib simply asked jealous doctor Grant -- who had hit maybe 10 field goals all year at that point -- what was wrong with him. Didn't he see that he, T-Mac, was leading the league in scoring? What was Grant doing? Grant looked at T-Mac -- and decided to call out Rivers, swelling up like he wanted to fight or something.

Predictably, not very long after that, Horace Grant, who was once a serviceable compliment to Michael Jordan on championship teams in Chi-town, who once lost in Orlando in the Finals with Shaq, was unemployed, and out of ball.

They come and go. Only their genius lives on. McGrady soldiered on, in his way. It isn't an obviously intense way, all in your face, a Northeastern game, like Artest, K-Mart, busting you, like intimating basketball has come to be. T-Mac plays more like Clyde Frazier did once, or like Henry Aaron played baseball -- he plays at his speed of his choice.

Languid, burst, languid, burst. Super burst. Burst. Fourth quarter, plenty left. Burst, burst, ball game. And if you're playing him, you end up thinking, "Oh, well. At least he didn't hurt me. At least I'm not beat up, too. Manana."

It's not disaffection, or laziness, or anything negative. It's merely his habit, or his style, or his lack of style, which, actually, can be said to be the best style, for the long haul. For years people told me Rickey Henderson didn't bust his butt. Now he has more of everything than anybody who ever played baseball, and people are begging him to please stop already. It's how and where Frazier, Aaron, Henderson and McGrady were born and raised, and it's effective over the long haul. So cool it seems to be effortless. In most trades, it is hard work, making something look effortless. Very hard work indeed. I don't see why hoop would be any different.

Well, looks aside, T-Muad'Dib ended up leading the league in scoring this season, at over 32 points a game. He led the league despite what we saw Kobe Bryant do last February, averaging 40 for a month. In a league of Shaqs and Kobes, of Iverson's Total Green Light, of Nowitzki-At-Will-From-Deep-Over-the-Top, of Duncan, of Garnett the Big Ticket, it is Tracy McGrady, T-Mac, T-Maud'dib, the Kwisatz Shaderac, who led the league in scoring, and now leads a No. 8 seed by a No. 1 for just the third time ever, and for the first time in four games, if it ends Wednesday night.

It's simple. They can't stop him. And he can stop them.

Tracy McGrady
School is in session for Teyshaun, and he isn't passing.
What is his secret? What's his Spice?

Well, I can't say yet. After all, it's his secret, not mine. The story is just beginning. T-Muad'Dib is only 23 years old.

I do know there's the Vein. The Vein looks like a garden hose as it shoots down from his shoulder through his right, or shooting, arm. Maybe that's what gives him the Power.

Maybe it's just good circulation.

Maybe, outside of his physical gifts, he has more in his tank. My associate Moon pointed this out in the third quarter of the game, during the 18-0 Magic/Fremen run: "Why, he's not even sweating! He's breezing through this game!"

Mind you, this was against House Detroit Piston, the best defensive team in the league, by statistic at least. But they were swept away by Muad'Dib's merely normal B game, and by the inspired efforts of his many Fremen warriors, like rookie Drew Gooden (20 and 13; don't anybody wake him up; if he realized what he was doing, he'd faint) and Darrell Armstrong (18, 6-for-6 from the field), and, if you give him a look, Gordan Giricek. Some Magic are named like Fremen. Some of them even look like Fremen.

"(T-Mac) leads, we follow," said Gooden, "No way was I letting him down again. No way was I not helping him."

Also helping T-Mac is his Unlimited Shooting Range, his shots launched by the Super Arm with the Vein. He can hit the bomb 3 at any time; if he gets warm, he can hit many. He is Virtually Unstoppable. So there is virtually nothing you can do about it, or him. You have to give him that shot. Because if he gets an angle to the basket ... my goodness, it's time for Revelations already, boys and girls.

"He's talented," said Billups. Think so, Chaunce? McGrady converts high-speed, fly-by reverse layups in such a way that makes it look like Dr. J. in time-lapse photography. He's his own Time Machine. The Kwisatz Shaderac needs no Players Guild navigator. He can fold space himself,

So you have to give him the deep j.

If he's hitting that, then, well -- ship's in, school's out. Most guys who get hot from the perimeter, you just send a taller defensive assassin after them, that cuts out all the nonsense. Not McGrady. He laughs, and says, "Better bring another somebody with you -- that'll at least give me something to challenge me, occupy my mind," or words to that effect.

One day -- this year, if they go far enough in the playoffs -- I will give you a more extensive report, perhaps even from the mouth of McGrady/Muad'Dib himself, but for now, he leaves me speechless when I'm around him. I can report on what he does, like when the Orlando crowd was chanting "M-V-P!" when he went to the foul line the other day. He missed one as they chanted, then stepped back and put a finger to his lips and shushed the crowd. It fell silent, and they began to shush each other. Who else does that?

For now he leaves me speechless. This is not his fault. He answers questions in press conference, careful to couch his answers in platitudes. I've seen him waiting for a plane in LaGuardia in the off-season, probably off to save Planet adidas or something, and he still has the ability to fold space, even there, to appear, disappear and re-appear, make himself smaller or larger than his surroundings. He makes the T.D. Waterhouse Center in Orlando look like his own personal birdcage, an aviary that needs expanding, if only to allow him full range. Yet, he made an airport gate boarding area seem like Jacob Javits Convention Center. He sat quietly in his chair, nodded politely, and went back to his deep thoughts. He does not appear to have much of a regal opinion about himself. Let's hope he stays that way.

Tracy McGrady
All hail, T-Mac! All hail, T-Mac! All hail, T-Mac!
KG is a sharp kid who'd be entertaining to talk to, no doubt, only who, besides Michelle Tafoya, Prince, and the Coen brothers, goes to Minnesota during basketball season?

Shaq, the Big Loquacious, I can approach him and ask, "What do you want me to tell Kornheiser or Wilbon, Shaq?", knowing full well he will say, "Tell Wilbon I said I'm going to break my foot off in his ass," as Shaq has told me before, and then we will both smile, because we know Shaq doesn't really mean it, not really. Anyway, it's a good way to break the ice before we get down to cases.

Alley I., I can go up to him and say, "Allen!" He'll frown, look at me and say, "What?" And that'll be cool.

I've never met Dirk Nowitzki, but I'd like to. Seems like he'd be down. Amazing, considering English is his second language. I know if I balled in Germany, and the German version of David Aldridge or Sal Masakela came up to me and started asking me questions in German, I'd be a basket case, a nutbird and a total moron, put together. Ever heard German? I defy you to decipher it. Well, be that as it may, I know Dirk Nowitzki is extremely hard to guard, and will drop 40 on you in a New York minute, as the Blazers and that nice young man Maurice Cheeks can surely tell you.

I want to ask Paul Pierce if I can see his stab wound scars, if he's glad 'Toine seems to have understood he can be a rebounding machine, that the offense must flow through Pierce for the Celtics to even be watchable. Walker is a fine player, but, man, Pierce has got a gun. Powpowpowpow ...

I want to ask Baron Davis how good must he be, to drop 34 points on the Sixers while dragging a leg. I didn't even know you could play in the league big minutes dragging a leg, much less drop 34 in a money game doing it.

But with T-Mac, T-Muad'Dib, the Kwisatz -- I'm tongue-tied, speechless, left for words. So that's the extent of our report for now, admittedly from the periphery of the battle for the soul of the game, being partly waged on the Planet Orlando, Florida, also known as Planet Arrakis, Dune.

Ralph Wiley spent nine years at Sports Illustrated and wrote 28 cover stories on celebrity athletes. He is the author of several books, including "Best Seat in the House," with Spike Lee, "Born to Play: The Eric Davis Story," and "Serenity, A Boxing Memoir."

 

this is what i was thinking the whole year about tmac he lost a lot muscle mass and was just out of shape..once or if tmac gets back in shape he will be the same player if not better because everybody knows tmac is one of the most talented players we have seen when healthy so lets just hope he has the drive to become great again and not get discouraged

 

^ tmac in 02-03 + playoffs was on some surreal stuff. he was doing what kobe is doing right now with less talent.

but i really only care what he does for the rockets. i just wish him and yao can lead us to the promised land sometime soon b/c i cannot take one-and-out any longer.

 

GUYS WRITE A LETTER AND ASK HIM TO PUT THAT LEG SLEEVE BACK ON THAT THING WAS BADASS...(caps for emphasis)

Btw, didn't he start that, kind of like a trend setter?

 

definitely bring back the leg sleeve!
any idea why he stopped wearing it?

 

Dress code?

 

I don't get why people think he was out of shape this year...he was in tremendous shape to start the season off, and looked more explosive than in any year as a Rocket except 04-05,a nd that is due to the 10-15 pounds he lost in the offseason. He still isn't down to the size he was a in Orlando, but he is still in quite good shape.

 

That leg sleeve was sweet.

 

he was in great shape to start the year. he was scoring consistently in every quarter and going to the ft line at a rate of 8-9 times a game.

but when the injuries happened, esp. the knee, he couldn't do anything b/c the knee was so ridiculously sore that he gained weight and lost his stamina/endurance.

like i said, tmac always comes into a season in great shape (outside of the 06-07 season due to the back), but he has to avoid injuries if he wants to remain in shape the entire season.