Round 4, Game 6: Warriors 105, Cavaliers 97

Posted in Golden (State) Years on June 17th, 2015 by bill
[caption id="attachment_6315" align="alignnone" width="590" caption="And there was much rejoicing."][/caption] The last time my favorite sports team won the championship was 1980, when the Philadelphia Phillies beat the Kansas City Royals in the World Series. I turned 13 on the day of Game 2 of the Series, so this week marked the first time in my life I've gotten to pop the cork on a bottle of champagne to celebrate a title. It was delicious. Also strange. Let me explain. When we arrived at Heathrow it was Tuesday morning, and my only priorities for the day were to get some sleep and to find a way to watch Game 6, which was scheduled to tip off around 2 a.m. The first was easy to accomplish, the second not so much. Searching the guide on the cable system in the flat we're renting turned up a broadcast of the game; so far so good. But it was a subscription channel that would have to be activated, and getting that done turned out to be an ordeal. In the meantime, I thought that London being a cosmopolitan metropolis, there might be someplace that Americans gathered to watch basketball in the wee hours of the morning; but if such a thing exists, I could find no evidence of it. The kind gentlemen who's renting us this place tried diligently to get the necessary channel activated, but in late afternoon informed me that it could not be done. I had just woken up and was almost ready to accept this answer; I had discovered that we could at least stream the game on the iPad, which would have been OK. But then I rallied and got on the horn to the channel in question, and finally got a phone number that expedited the solution of the problem. That sorted out, we adjourned to dinner at an Indian place called Bengal, which was fantastic. Afterward there was time to kill; we had a little walk in the park, did a crossword puzzle. There was soccer on the tube, then a lame episode of NBA Today, then the pregame blather. At last it was gametime. Then, just as the starting linups were being announced, the cable cut out. No picture, no sound. Did I panic? Maybe a little. Then I started unplugging and replugging everything I could get my hands on, and after a few tense minutes communications were restored. By then it was 7-4 Cleveland, but the Warriors soon righted the ship and led 28-15 after 1. At that point you had to feel like the Cavs didn't look so good in a game they absolutely had to have. They were clanging shots and just didn't seem to have the energy they needed. Shaun Livingston helped them out a little bit at the start of the 2nd by fouling James Jones attempting a 3. Jones made all of the foul shots and after that there was a long stretch of very little scoring. The Cavs got it in gear toward the end of the quarter and closed to within 45-43 at the half. This turn of events caused some concern among my people. My response was that the Cavs had expended a lot of energy to get back in it, which should be favorable come the 2nd half. And I pretty much believed that, in a hopeful sort of way. And indeed, the Cavs struggled in the 3rd, putting only 13 points on the board. The W's got nice contributions on the offensive end from Livingston, Andre Iguodala, and Festus Ezeli of all people. Festus for the Rest of Us hit a couple of big baskets, provided his usual stout defense and rebounding, and made 3 of his 4 free throws. At the end of 3 it was 73-61 Warriors, and the Nation took a deep breath and girded itself for one more quarter. We were in pretty good shape, but nervous too. LeBron James had been oddly passive for most of the game, sharing the ball more then he had been throughout the series. The TV commentators speculated that he had been pacing himself, conserving energy for a dominating 4th quarter. And maybe that's what he had in mind, but it didn't quite work out that way. After the Cavs went on a mini-run, closing to within 7 at the 10:12 mark, the Warriors started pulling away again. Somewhere in there the cable died again, prompting a few seconds of stunned disbelief, then a mad scramble of plugging and unplugging. After 4 or 5 very long minutes, picture and sanity were restored in time to see Andre, Steph, and Klay hit consecutive threes. That last one felt important, as Klay had been really struggling, and his shot put the Warriors up 14 with 6:45 left. After Iman Shumpert converted couple of freebies, Andre drained another 3, bringing the lead to 15. At this point I started thinking of the champagne chilling in the fridge-a-dilly. Throughout the playoffs - and the season, really - whenever Andre has been hitting, it's been lights out. The opponent has no chance. With the Warriors up 13 and 1:50 to go, I actually brought the bottle over to the couch. Which turned out to be a mistake, a nearly very costly one. The erratic J.R. Smith, who had been mostly invisible in the Finals, of course picked this moment to go crazy. He hit three 3s in a 41-second span, and the W's ended up leading by only 4 with 33 seconds left, out of timeouts and making a very dangerous inbounds pass in the backcourt. It could all so easily have gone wrong in that moment. A turnover seemed imminent, but fortunately Steph Curry got the ball and drew the foul. He hit both (of course) to make it 6. On the Cavs' next possession J.R. finally missed one, Iguodala corralled the rebound and was fouled. He hit one of two. 7-point lead. At this point I was able to breathe a little bit again. LeBron missed a long 3; Andre once again got the rebound and the foul. Again he made only one. 105-97. 10 seconds left. J.R. Smith attempted a long, high-degree-of-difficulty 3; missed it; Steph grabbed the rebound. And that was that. The Golden State Warriors were NBA Champions. I popped open a bottle of, as it turned out, very mediocre bubbly. And the sun was coming up over Central London. I felt many things at once: joyous, confused, relieved, and tired. So after a couple quick nightcaps and a few text exchanges with my fellow travelers, it was night-night time, and the world of which my boys were now the champs continued to turn.

Round 4, Game 5: Warriors 104, Cavaliers 91

Posted in Golden (State) Years on June 16th, 2015 by bill
Life sure is funny. Here it is 2015, and I find myself on an airplane en route to London via Toronto, iPad in lap to jot down a few words about the fact that the Warriors just won Game 5 of the NBA Finals to go up 3 games to 2. Crazy. History is written by the winners, they say. And all the articles today were about how great the W's played, how Steph Curry torched the Cavs for 17 points in the 4th quarter, and how Draymond Green roared back to life with a huge game at this crucial juncture. And all these things are true, thank goodness. But what always gets forgotten in these situations is how touch-and-go it all was. Everything seemed to be up in the air as we crawled through miserably slow traffic in Petaluma, still two hours away from our destination with an hour till gametime. Things had not been going exactly according to plan, and for a moment I considered bolting from the vehicle and making my way to the nearest sports bar on foot. But that would have created some substantial difficulties in my personal life, so I stayed the course. We got the game on the radio and I was comforted somewhat by the familiar tones of Tim Roye, the longtime voice of the Warriors and a man who does as good a job as humanly possible at the essentially futile task of describing a basketball game on the radio. I was comforted still further by the fact that the Dubs took an early lead behind a flurry of Draymond points, but that comfort was short-lived. The Cavs quickly caught up and it became clear that we were in for another nail-biter. (My cuticles are currently as chewed up as they've ever been, which is probably not a coincidence.) At one point during the first quarter we actually drove by Oracle Arena, which was a tad surreal. Earlier in the drive we had been debating the age-old question of flight vs. invisibility. I come down firmly on the side of flight - or at least that's my official position; since I will never have to actually make that decision, I will never know what truly lurks in the depths of my heart - but it occurred to me that if I were invisible, I could just walk into the arena, and maybe find an empty spot on the Warriors' bench. And then, if necessary, maybe tip away an inbounds pass or something. Make a contribution. But by then the traffic had opened up and we made good time to San Jose, arriving just in time to see the Black Falcon give the Warriors a 51-50 lead with with a three-point play on a magnificent putback slam. (My beloved pointed out that 5150 is police code for dangerous insanity, which seemed just perfect.) After that I felt pretty confident, but there was no way to relax through the 3rd quarter and first half of the 4th, not with LeBron Fucking James raining in ridiculous 28-footers to go with his usual fadeaways, floaters, and charging-bull drives to the basket. Andre Iguodala again did a yeoman, or maybe a captain's job - anyway, a really good one - on defense, and still LeBron singlehandedly kept his team in the game. And then somebody somewhere flipped a switch, and it was like we were in the middle of a beautiful dream. Andre pogoed up out of a crowd to snatch down a miraculous offensive rebound, got the basket and the foul, and then did a bizarre and wonderful Hulk-walk back to halfcourt. He missed the free throw but no matter; the fuse had been lit. From that moment on everything just seemed to go right, and Oakland once again received a visitation from the recently dormant Eater of Souls, #30, they call him MR. Curry. Steph started dancing, teasing, taunting, and launching up those quick-release bombs that no doubt had beer bottles being hurled against walls all over Northern Ohio. Oh my god, but it was beautiful. We had been waiting a while for an outburst like that. I respect Steph tremendously for the professionalism he has shown throughout this series in sticking with the game plan, making the right play, and not succumbing to the temptation to try and out-LeBron LeBron. Yes, I respect that; but I loved seeing him make Matthew Dellavedova almost fall over, then launch a 26-foot dagger that didn't even move the net. I don't want to get too carried away here; the Warriors still need to win another game before corks can start popping, but there is one more moment from Game 5 that I want to preserve in digital amber before we call it a day. The moment of which I'm speaking came with about 2:02 left in the 4th. I know this because the Cavs had been fouling Iguodala intentionally, which is a valid strategy up until the last two minutes of the game, when a different set of rules applies. Andre had been struggling at the line to say the least, looking suddenly lost, alone on a grand stage, playing a solo in the wrong key. But when Tristan Thompson went to foul Iguodala one last time, he found Draymond Green blocking his way. The two extra seconds it took him to get around Draymond may have saved the game. Or maybe not - things were going pretty well already. But it was still a sterling display of both teamwork and basketball smarts, and those are two things you can never have too much of. Game 6 is, um, soon? Jetlag has me a bit disoriented but Operation Find a Way to Watch in London is underway. Wish me luck.

Round 4, Game 4: Warriors 103, Cavaliers 82

Posted in Golden (State) Years on June 12th, 2015 by bill
[caption id="attachment_6281" align="alignnone" width="512" caption="Andre Iguodala apparently doesn\'t like the nickname \'Iggy,\' so in recognition of his heroic Game 4 performance, I hereby swear never to call him that again."][/caption] Now the truth can be told: I was a little worried. Despite my complete confidence in Steve Kerr and the other people who get paid by Joe Lacob to think about basketball full-time, my stomach was churning as I sat in my barstool at Sidelines waiting for the game to start. And I don't think it was just the sketchy Mexican food I had for dinner. This pressure-cooker of the NBA Finals is really intense. And all I have to do is drink whiskey and occasionally shout something encouraging at the TV screen. I can't imagine what it must be like to be a person who actually has to play in these games. A person like Andre Iguodala, who apparently defines "pressure" as "something that motivates you to be the best possible version of yourself." Starting his first game of the season, Andre a) defended LeBron James as well as it's possible to defend him, b) dropped in 22 big, big points, and c) did it all rather, um, cavalierly, like it was just another day at the office. Like he had been killing time waiting for this moment, and was just glad it had finally arrived. LeBron played most of the game with a big, circular slice in his head after tumbling into a courtside camera. And he didn't quite look like himself, though I don't know if that was because of the injury or because he finally ran out of gas after carrying the team on his back for the whole series. In a pregame interview I saw he admitted that he hadn't been sleeping, he had too much on his mind, and eventually that's going to catch up with you. (Maybe he should try The Sleeping Tapes.) Wardell Stephen Curry III, meanwhile, had a very curious game. After he lit it up in the 4th quarter of Game 3, I assumed he would come out with guns blazing. Instead, he was almost pathologically selfless, giving up the ball every time he was trapped and creating numerous 4-on-3 opportunities for his teammates. I assume that this was a conscious decision made in tandem with Coach Kerr, and it raises an interesting question: Who is, in the end, more valuable - the guy who tries to do it all and ends up burning himself out, or the guy who defers to a team concept and trusts his fellow professionals to get it done? Answer: the guy whose team wins, that's who. Game 5 is Sunday.

What’s Blowing My Mind, 2015 Edition (Part 5)

Posted in Whatever Else on June 11th, 2015 by bill
“Your mind…blow it, blow it.” -David Bowie, “The Gospel According to Tony Day”

The Sleeping Tapes

My goal for today has been to think, talk, read, and write about anything other than basketball, because in contrast to the joy that following the Warriors has brought me all year, at the moment it is making my stomach hurt. To help soothe my nerves I turned to Jeff Bridges' The Sleeping Tapes, one of the most bizarre and wonderful artifacts to emerge from our popular culture in recent years. Listening to it, one cannot help but wonder, "How did this thing come to exist?" The Sleeping Tapes are a series of audio sketches, I guess you'd call them, starring Jeff Bridges, Hollywood royalty and son of Hollywood royalty, beloved to many for playing the role of Jeffrey Lebowski a/k/a The Dude. In the introductory track Bridges says, "I hope they inspire you to do some cool sleeping, some cool dreaming, and some cool waking up." So I guess theoretically you are supposed to put this on when you climb into bed and listen to it as you drift off into dreamland. I don't know that I would necessarily recommend it for that purpose. Bridges' intentions may well be entirely benign, but there is just a touch of something unsettling here, just a hint of a David Lynch quality. For instance, there's the part where he tries to coax his wife into contributing to the project, even though she has just woken up and clearly has no interest in this nonsense. Why is that on the album? Then again, why not? Here are some of the other fucked-up things you'll hear here: - Jeff Bridges humming for three minutes. - Jeff Bridges, apparently on a playground, telling a story about how he and his daughter used to meet up in their dreams. - Jeff Bridges telling you how he plans to have his remains shot into space. - Jeff Bridges leading you on a guided tour of Temescal Canyon where you meet a guy named Neal, find an abandoned office chair and some Spanish doubloons, and go hang-gliding. - A long and somewhat random series of affirmations, including everything from "You are a good person" and "I like your haircut" to "You have strong hands, capable of woodworking" and "You are very good at guessing when a traffic light will turn green." - The sound of Jeff Bridges' toilet refilling. A few years ago I coined the phrase "transmission from Planet Weird," and this is definitely one of those. I can't fully do it justice in words; I encourage you to go check it out at It is a free download, but you can also make a donation that will go to a charity called No Kid Hungry. That will probably help you sleep a little better.

Round 4, Game 3: Cavaliers 96, Warriors 91

Posted in Golden (State) Years on June 10th, 2015 by bill
[caption id="attachment_6254" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="I\'m pretty sure this shot went in."][/caption] If history is any indication, the Warriors will be just fine. They were in this same position exactly one month ago: down 2-1 to an opponent who was playing stifling defense, facing a must-win Game 4 on the road, vultures and jackals of the press circling. They won the next three games to eliminate the Memphis Grizzlies, and all was right with the world. That doesn't make this a fun day to be a Dubs fan. We are all some combination of pissed off, bummed out, torn up, and hung over. Our boys were humbled last night by an undermanned Cleveland team that is playing with psychotic intensity, slowing things to a brutal grind and leaving no trace of the beautiful basketball team we've seen all season long. It kind of reminds me of the Vogons:
Billions of years ago, when the Vogons first crawled out of the primeval seas of Vogsphere, lay panting and heaving on the planet's virgin shores... when the first rays of the young Vogsol sun had shone across them... it seemed as if the forces of evolution had simply given up on them then and there, turned aside in disgust and written them off as an ugly mistake. They would never evolve again. They shouldn't have survived. The fact that they did is a testament to the thick-willed stubbornness of these creatures. Evolution? they said to themselves. Who needs it? What nature refused to do for them they simply did without until they were able to correct the gross anatomical inconveniences with surgery. The natural forces of Vogsphere worked overtime to make up for their blunder. They brought forth scintillating jeweled scuttling crabs, which the Vogons ate, smashing them with large iron mallets; aspiring trees which the Vogons cut down to use the firewood for cooking the crabs; and elegant gazellelike creatures with dewy eyes which the Vogons would catch and sit on.
The Cinderella-boy-out-of-nowhere that everyone wants to talk about is Cavs guard Matthew Dellavedova, who had 20 points last night and has been making Steph Curry's life miserable on the defensive end. I have mixed feelings about Dellavedova, because as a basketball player he kind of reminds me of myself: undersized and undertalented, surviving on sheer tenacity and guile bordering on mendacity. On the other hand, he is killing my team right now, and it makes no sense, and GOOD LORD WHAT THE FUCK. Sorry. Just had to get that off my chest. Now, let's look at the bright side a little. Just as in Game 3 of the Memphis series, the Warriors finally seemed to figure things out in the 4th quarter, mounting a charge that fell just short. David Lee was disinterred from his crypt and made himself useful, scoring 11 points in 13 minutes. Andre Iguodala was a rock of sanity and competence on both ends of the floor, as he has been throughout this series. Steph Curry shook off his funk in the last quarter, scoring 17 points and making things interesting at the end. It hardly seems worth mentioning that LeBron James had 40 points, 12 rebounds, and 8 assists, because that is just how he do now. The 96 points that the Warriors gave up last night were not the problem; it was all the points they didn't score, all the plays they didn't make. Before Steph found the range they shot 7-for-28 on threes, and they ended the night at 40% from the field. That just won't do, plain and simple. Since history seems to be repeating itself - at least I hope it is - I will just repeat what I said back on May 10th, with edits as appropriate. The Dubs face their second honest-to-god must-win game of the season tomorrow night in Cleveland. Win that one, and they tie the series at 2-2 and get home court advantage back. Lose it and they go down 3-1, which is pretty much a death sentence. There’s not much to say about this; either they will or they won’t. Game time is 6:00, be there or be square.

Draymond Green with an afro

Posted in Golden (State) Years on June 9th, 2015 by bill
How can this fail to make you happy? He looks bit like ?uestlove, no?

Round 4, Game 2: Cavaliers 95, Warriors 93

Posted in Golden (State) Years on June 8th, 2015 by bill
With seven seconds left in overtime last night, reigning MVP and consensus Quite-Possibly-the-Best-Shooter-Ever Stephen Curry took a hard dribble from the left side, stepped back, lofted a rainbow jumper from 19 feet, and...airballed it. What? It was just that kind of night for Steph, who finished 5-23 from the field, 2-15 from 3. Two for fifteen. That's 13%, which is, like, really bad, you know? LeBron James, on the other hand, was a steamroller. He ended up with 39 points, 16 rebounds, and 11 assists. And he was even better than the numbers indicate. He more or less, as I was afraid he might, willed the Cavaliers to victory against a superior team. And the Warriors are the superior team, make no mistake about that. Even with Steph having his worst game in recent memory, the home team hung in there all the way, coming back from 11 points down with 3:14 left to force overtime. But while the Cavs are clearly the lesser team, they are playing like underdogs should play: desperate, scrambling, making the Warriors work for everything. And much as in Game 2 of the Memphis series, the W's didn't seem to know quite how to respond to how they were being challenged. They've been so dominant for so long that they sometimes have this look of, "How dare you have the temerity to play that hard against us?" That sense of entitlement needs to go, and it probably will, as the Warriors suffer through two days (and that's two weeks in Internet time) of stories about how the Cavs are ascendant, the Dubs' weaknesses have been exposed, Steph Curry is a fraud who should return his MVP award, and Riley is more interested in kissing her grandfather than what's happening in the goddamn game. And all of those things are true, to a greater or lesser extent: - You have to be impressed with how the Cavs bounced back from the loss of Kyrie Irving. Their defense was simply superb, and their offense got enough from non-LeBrons to stay afloat. They had some help from the officials, who seem to think that Timofey Mozgov is entitled to take as many steps with the ball as he likes. But they also got some questionable calls or non-calls against them down the stretch, so on the whole you have to say they won this game fair and square. - All throughout these playoffs there have been those persistent whispers that "jump shooting teams can't win championships." That is the conventional wisdom, and in this game we saw why: When a jump-shooting team meets disciplined perimeter defense they have a hard time finding shots, and if the shots they do get aren't going down, they have no fallback position. Warriors center Andrew Bogut was not looking for his shot at all, and their best post player, David Lee, never got on the court. Steve Kerr needs to figure out what to do about this, and I'm sure he's probably working on it this very minute. - Steph Curry is not a fraud, but he is a human being. I'm not so sure that LeBron James is. LBJ's absurd combination of soft skills and Terminator physique was on full display last night, and it is no insult to Steph to point out that he is not the same kind of player. He cannot put his head down and run over people like a boulder rolling through tall grass. He has to play his game his way, and I trust that in Game 3 he will. - That is true about Riley and while it was cute at the time, there's a part of me that thinks it might help Daddy's shot if you were watching the game, baby girl. I'm guessing Riley won't be in the crowd in Cleveland, but let's get her down at courtside for Game 5. This thing is already going long, but I don't want to leave off without saying, with a straight face and in all sincerity, what a blessing it is that I got to watch my favorite team play in such an exciting game in the NBA Finals, even though they lost. The atmosphere at the Arcata Theater Lounge was not quite as intense as it had been for Game 1, but there was still a lot of energy in the air, a tribe of people living and dying with each little momentum swing. One of those came with 24 seconds left in overtime, when LeBron had gotten past Andre Iguodala for what looked to be an uncontested dunk, and out of nowhere appeared Undersized Power Forward Draymond Green. Somehow a leaping Draymond matched LeBron's elevation and strength, met him at the top, and sent the shot away. After that it seemed inconceivable that the Warriors would lose, but maybe that word doesn't mean what I think it means. If the W's had won, people would be talking about that block for decades to come. As it is, it will be a footnote that only you and I and maybe Shea Serrano will remember. But in the moment, it was truly transcendent - like, of course Draymond can block LeBron's shot; of course anything is possible. In these rare instants one is freed from the inhibiting bonds of linear thinking, given a glimpse of some higher and better realm. And then maybe you come crashing down to earth, hard. It's still worth it.

Carlos Lyra Quote of the Day

Posted in Whatever Else on June 6th, 2015 by bill
"I consider myself politically proletariat. I consider myself economically bourgeois. And artistically I consider myself an aristocrat."

Round 4, Game 1: Warriors 108, Cavaliers 100

Posted in Golden (State) Years on June 5th, 2015 by bill
[caption id="attachment_6211" align="alignnone" width="357" caption="Andre Iguodala puts his shoe back on after drilling a three."][/caption] Last night's game was like a great action movie: It was exciting, it was suspenseful, and it had a happy ending. After a long week of blather and hype, the teams finally started playing basketball at around 6:12 PM. Or at least the Cavs did. The Warriors took a while to get their machine in gear; maybe they were rusty, maybe they were nervous about being on the big stage for the first time, or maybe it was just another of the slow starts that have been their only weakness this season. They spotted Cleveland 10 points before finally waking up in the 2nd quarter. And they never really did get it going completely, never became the overwhelming tsunami that they're capable of being. They had to scratch and scrape for everything, partly because the Cavs were playing smart, disciplined defense. LeBron James, meanwhile, was being the Platonic ideal of LeBron James. Let me say this about LeBron: He gets pretty much every call — like the one where a swinging elbow to Andre Iguodala's midsection somehow turned into a foul on Andre — and complains about the ones he doesn't get. But the man can play. Every time the Cavs needed a bucket to stay in the game, there he was. And it's not like the Warriors didn't know it was coming; there was just nothing they could do about it. When LeBron's hitting his outside shot there's not much that can be done. Fortunately the Warriors had Andre Iguodala. Andre had a bit of an up-and-down season, and some people were saying he was overpaid and unproductive. I was not one of them, and neither was Steve Kerr, for that matter; we know that Andre is one of those guys whose contributions are often hard to quantify, from subtle defensive brilliance to artful facilitation on the offensive end. So it was nice to see him have a game that no one could miss the brilliance of, scoring 15 crucial points, including two definitive dunks and a 3-pointer that he made with only one shoe on. He also had a couple of nice steals and contributed to the Warriors' defense on LeBron. It's hard to say that they did a good job on LeBron when he scored 44 points, but I think that's actually the case. They constantly changed defenders, using Klay Thompson, Draymond Green, Harrison Barnes, and Iguodala to try to keep LeBron guessing. And the result was...well...44 points, but LBJ may have run out of gas late in the game, missing a potential game-winner at the end of regulation and accomplishing nothing in the overtime. Game 1 also featured the return of Mo Speights, who gave the team a big boost by coming in when the offense was struggling and scoring 8 points in 9 minutes. The Splash Brothers scored only a humdrum 47 in the game, with Klay Thompson enduring another off shooting night. And Playoff Barnes pitched in with a couple of big threes, including one in overtime that was the last nail in the coffin. We were watching with a good-sized crowd at the Arcata Theater Lounge, and in its own small way it was not unlike being at Oracle Arena. People were shouting and clapping, chanting "Warriors" and "Defense" — which is kind of a funny thing to do almost 300 miles from where the game is being played, but maybe it helped, who knows. In any case it was, as an old W's marketing slogan used to say, a Great Time Out — I'll take three more just like it, please.

Advantage: Warriors

Posted in Golden (State) Years on June 3rd, 2015 by bill
. We all know that the Warriors have a tremendous home-court advantage. By my count they are 46-3 at Oracle Arena this year, and the average margin of victory is somewhere around 10 points. But now Hollywood has pitched in to take it to another level. In his downtime before the NBA Finals start tomorrow, Cleveland Cavaliers guard Iman Shumpert (he of the towering column of hair) went to see the new movie San Andreas, where San Francisco is destroyed by a giant earthquake, then drowned by a massive tsunami. Afterward Shumpert sent out a series of joking-but-not-joking tweets asking if maybe all the games could be played in Cleveland. I can tell you with certainty that Oracle will be rocking tomorrow in the minutes leading up to tipoff. It will probably feel a lot like an earthquake. So don't be surprised if you see Shumpert flee the premises during the pregame intros. Advantage: Warriors.