Wiggins’ talent is an iceberg. We’re only seeing the part that sinks ships. There’s more underneath. On the lay-up line, Wiggins stumbled in at walking pace, rose up with the ball in his outstretched hand, and found himself floating nearly a full head above the rim. You’re seeing it happening, and you’re still having trouble believing it. During the prelims, Wiggins sat on the bench, yawning theatrically. Over and over again. At least a half-dozen yawns.