For DeMarcus Cousins, the Sacramento Kings' rumbling and rebar-limbed center, this season has largely been more of the same. Seven years into his career, Cousins is still marooned in northern California playing for a team that resembles an unlucky hand of cards. He puts up mammoth stat lines that are best consumed in highlight form, protecting the viewer from Rudy Gay 20-footers and Ty Lawson turnovers. At this point, he figures most interestingly not as a nightly presence in actual games but as a trade chip; seeing him in almost any non-purple NBA uniform would be a relief.For now, though, Cousins remains in Sacramento, playing with bad teammates for new coaches and turning in the occasional monster outing. One of those came Sunday night when the Kings visited Brooklyn and took apart the Nets, with Boogie doing his ill-tempered-steamroller thing: 37 points, 11 rebounds, countless inflicted bruises. He tossed in pick-and-pop jumpers and shouldered his way to the rim. He made delightful use of his bodily dissonance, the trait that lets him send some would-be defender toppling over the endline with a hip-check while his hands let go of a silky finger-roll. He treated Luis Scola, the nominal Nets center tasked with guarding Cousins from time to time, with something colder than indifference, powering through him as if he weren't even there and mashing dunks on his poor not-there noggin.The performance might have come from any of the past five seasons, save for one component. Cousins went four for five from behind the arc, nudging his season three-point percentage up above 40. It was the latest data point in an emerging trend: he shot more threes last season than he had in his first five seasons put together, and this year he's on pace to try an extra triple per game. The stretch in range gives a poor-shooting Sacramento offense more viability, but it also helps with the unspoken goal of potentially finding Cousins a new home. Very few NBA attacks—and no good ones—still rely on throwing the ball into a big man. A team thinking of trading for him might well be swayed by the mounting evidence that he can do more than turn his fellow 260-pounders into ground chuck.In the meantime, that's when he's at his most fun. Late in Sunday night's game, after all the threes had been made and the win had been secured, Cousins caught the ball on the left wing. A pump fake got him by Justin Hamilton, and Joe Harris, a third-year journeyman who is not making nearly enough to try to get in Boogie's way late in a blowout, tried to get in Boogie's way. The resulting collision brought to mind a high-school physics problem: A huge All-NBA center meets some wiry doofus in midair. When does the ambulance arrive? As it turns out, Harris wisely half-assed his challenge at the last moment, and he merely bounced a few feet out of bounds instead of ending up in a full-body cast.If there's any justice to the career of DeMarcus Cousins, it's already pretty late in coming. Hopefully, one day we will get to see him contributing to a solid team and, like, glowering at Al Horford in the second round of the playoffs. For now, on a lousy-and-getting-lousier team, this is as good as it gets. As he adds to his game, Cousins shows why other teams would want him, and as he does what he's always done, he shows why we're all rooting for him to leave.