First Little Girl: Tag!
Second Little Girl: We’re not playing tag.
First Little Girl: Oh.
It’s a funny thing to be a Warriors fan here in 2017. I think that the overwhelming emotion in Dub Nation today is not so much jubilation as relief: We didn’t fuck this up. Given perhaps the most talented basketball team ever assembled, we did not fail to win the title everyone has assumed to be ours since Kevin Durant announced he would be joining the W’s last July 4.
I wouldn’t say it was easy, exactly. The Cavaliers competed hard in each of the last three games of the Finals, although history will probably not remember it that way. On a personal level, I spent a very nervous day yesterday fighting off visions of last year’s el choko gigante, and let out a big exhale as the last minutes of Game 5 finally ticked away.
But that’s all in the past now. Today it’s time to celebrate, and to relax, and to enjoy. There are good articles to read here, here, and here. Put your feet up, smoke ’em if you’ve got ’em, and savor this moment. The Warriors have won the championship, and all is right with the world.
A while back my friend Robert gifted me with a copy of a compilation called Can’t You Hear Me? ’70s African Nuggets, but I only recently started to really listen to it. Great stuff, especially this one:
Q: So what happened last night?
A: I’m not 100% sure, as many fine wines had been opened in anticipation of a championship celebration. All I remember is the Cavs making pretty much every shot they took, a bunch of questionable calls (going both ways) by the officials, and a general sense that everything that could go wrong did go wrong.
Q: On a scale of 1–10, how worried are you now?
A: On the one hand, it seems utterly inconceivable that the Warriors could lose four in a row to choke this away. On the other hand, maybe that word doesn’t mean what I think it means. I thought it was inconceivable that they could lose a 3–1 lead last year, and we know what happened. So…6 or 7, I guess?
Q: What will happen in the next game?
A: Allah willing, there will be a regression to the mean and the W’s will finish this thing off, and there will be much rejoicing. Sadly, Game 5 is not until Monday, which means spending the whole weekend on tenterhooks. That’s a funny word if you stare at it for a minute. Tenterhooks.
Anyway, where was I? Game 5, right…well…I wanted there to be some drama in this series, and now we have some. Enough, I say! That’s enough drama! I’d love a good old-fashioned blowout on Monday, but I’ll take any kind of W we can get. Can I get an amen?