At Least Fear Keeps You Warm
I am a sentimentalist and a man prone to sympathy so I'm glad Dirk found a tiny bit of musk there at the end. And while I am not a fan like all the rest, wishing ruin on a team you rooted for last spring is a little shitty. But man, I wish Golden State could have pulled that off. I can't begin to say this enough ways: I don't really like anyone on that team except for healthy Baron and Monta Ellis, and I certainly have no special attachment to the franchise. The underdog-as-moral-figure does nothing for me, and the barbarism of the Warriors' style doesn't strike me as a of Suns-like grand innovation. If everyone played like this, there would be a civil war and plenty of lost souls, and the weird thing is that it's not too hard to imagine.
What they are is the embodiment of all that I find exuberant, emotive and just plain resonant about the sport of basketball. It's not just the moves, or the "score until there's no points left" and "play defense faster than we can keep track of" philosophy. Watching this team, you can feel everything that the game signifies for my breed of spectator. There's chemistry, and humor, and an overwhelming sense of badness. And yes, like someone said yesterday, there's that teleological bent toward success. Incoherent as this may sound, the Warriors are the soul of my NBA worldview. That's not to say that I wouldn't rather see certain others players (THE LIST STARTS NOW) put in their position, for any number of reasons. Yet that only makes their cause more urgent, and more personal, for yours truly.
I feel queasy and all-too-sober right now. If the Warriors lose, I lose as well. If they exit the playoffs, a large swath of me goes dormant. They make me feel alive, and you can't blame me for getting a little defensive about that.