Russell Westbrook is not human. He is not of this earth. He is The Flash. He is Thing. He is a reservoir of boundless athleticism that has decided to put on a basketball jersey. He would win every Olympic track and field event if he competed. And then he would sip a hot beverage even though it was a 100 degree day.The NBA knows this. Last night, the Rockets were reminded of it. Poor Clint Capela. It's not your fault, man. It's not you, it's him. Capela is 6-foot-10 and 240 pounds with the leaping ability that puts him in the 99th percentile of us gravity-diminished people. And against Westbrook, he never had a chance.Look at all the things Westbrook does. Corey Brewer tries to defend him, so Westbrook runs around him, leaves him essentially frozen in time. Then he catches a pass on the run. Capela tries to jump with him. He looks like he's floating, going up and down at a rate that coincides with the laws of physics. Westbrook has no such limitations. And then he throws it down one handed—left-handed, because the dominant hand is just a mortal construction for those who do not realize you can be dominant with both.All part of a tidy 30, 9, and 7 night for a guy who's nearly averaging a triple-double this season.